Coordinates: 51°25′40″N 0°07′25″W / 51.4279°N 0.1235°W / 51.4279; -0.1235
Streatham ( /ˈstrɛtəm/) is a district in South London, England, located in the London Borough of Lambeth. It is situated 5 miles (8.0 km) south of Charing Cross. The area is identified in the London Plan as one of 35 major centres in Greater London.
Streatham means "the hamlet on the street". The street in question, the London to Brighton Way, was the Roman Road from the capital Londinium to the coast near Portslade. It is likely that the destination was a Roman port now lost to coastal erosion, which has been tentatively identified with the 'Novus Portus' mentioned in Ptolemy's Geographia. The road is confusingly referred to as Stane Street in some sources, although it diverges from the main London-Chichester road at Kennington.
After the departure of the Romans, the main road through Streatham remained an important trackway. From the seventeenth century it was adopted as the main coach road to Croydon and East Grinstead, and then on to Newhaven and Lewes. In 1780 it then became the route of the turnpike road from London to Brighton, and subsequently became the basis for the modern A23. This road (and its traffic) have shaped Streatham's development.
George Galloway (born 16 August 1954) is a British politician, author, journalist, and broadcaster, and the Respect Member of Parliament (MP) for Bradford West. He was previously an MP for the Labour Party, for Glasgow Hillhead and then its successor constituency Glasgow Kelvin from 1987 until 2005. He was expelled from the Labour Party in October 2003 because of his strident public opposition to the Iraq War. He subsequently became a founding member of the left-wing Respect Party, and was elected as the MP for Bethnal Green and Bow in 2005. In 2010, Galloway unsuccessfully contested the seat of Poplar and Limehouse, and in 2011 he unsuccessfully contested the Glasgow list for the Scottish Parliament, before being elected as an MP in the Bradford West by-election, 2012.
Galloway is well known for his campaigns in support of the Palestinians in the Israeli–Palestinian conflict. In the late-1980s Hansard records him delivering a ferocious assault on the Ba'ath regime, and Galloway opposed Saddam's regime until the United States-led Gulf War in 1991. Galloway is known for a visit to Iraq where he met Saddam Hussein, and delivered a speech, which ended in English with the statement "Sir, I salute your courage, your strength, your indefatigability." He has always stated that he was addressing the Iraqi people in the speech. Galloway testified to the United States Senate in 2005 over alleged illicit payments from the United Nations' Oil for Food Programme.
Diamond eyes that burn me
And turn me to stone
Crystallize and freeze me
In clear monochrome
Turn me to stone
Do anything you want with me
Turn me to stone
Do anything you want
Stereotomy
We can make it together
Do anything you want with me
Do anything you want
Scarlet minds possess me
And I feel no shame
Silent knives dissect me
And I feel no pain
Stereotomy
We can make it together
Do anything you want with me
Do anything you want
Stereotomy
We can make it forever
Do anything you want with me
Do anything you want
Starlight beams project me
In red, blue and green
Velvet dreams protect me
When I hit the screen
Stereotomy
We can make it together
Do anything you want with me
Do anything you want
Stereotomy
We can make it forever
It's always the same
It's always the same
Stereotomy
We can make it
We can make it
Do anything you want
Turn me to stone
Do anything you want with me
Cover my eyes
There's nothing more they need to see
Turn me to stone
Before there's nothing left of me
Make me a rock
And not what I appear to be
Turn me to stone
'Twas the night before,
When all through the world,
No words, no dreams
Then one day,
A writer by a fire
Imagined all of Gaia
Took a journey into a child-man's heart...
A painter on the shore
Imagined all the world
Within the snowflake on his palm
Unframed by poetry
A canvas of awe
Planet Earth falling back in to the stars...
I am the voice of Never-Never-Land,
The innocence, the dreams of every man,
I am the empty crib of Peter-Pan,
A silent kite against the blue, blue sky,
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real,
Every memory that you hold dear
I am the journey,
I am the destination,
I am the home
The tale that reads you
A way to taste the night,
The elusive high
Follow the madness,
Alice, you know once did
Imaginarium, a dream emporium
Caress the tales
And they will dream you real
A storyteller's game,
Lips that intoxicate
The core of all life
Is a limitless chest of tales...
I am the voice of Never-Never-Land,
The innocence, the dreams of every man,
I am the empty crib of Peter-Pan,
A silent kite against the blue, blue sky,
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real,
Every memory that you hold dear
I am the voice of Never-Never-Land,
The innocence, the dreams of every man,
Lead vocal - John Miles
Diamond eyes
That burn me and turn me to stone
Crystalise
And freeze me in clear monochrome
Turn me to stone; do anything you want with me
Turn me to stone; do anything you want
Stereotomy
We can make it together
Do anything you want with me
Do anything you want
Scarlet minds
Possess me and I feel no shame
Silent knives
Dissect me and I feel no painStereotomy
We can make it together
Do anything you want with me
Do anything you want
Stereotomy
We can make it forever
Do anything you want with me
Do anything you want
Starlight beams
Project me in red blue and green
Velvet dreams
Protect me when I hit the screen
Stereotomy
We can make it together
Do anything you want with me, do anything you want
Stereotomy
We can make it forever
It's always the same, it's always the same
Stereotomy, we can make it
We can make it, do anything you want
Turn me to stone
Do anything you want with me
Cover my eyes
There's nothing more they need to see
Turn me to stone
Before there's nothing left of me
Make me a rock
And not what I appear to be
Turn me to stone
Turn me to stone
The desert I wander lacks in it's mirage
There's no mistaking in the barrage
Of sand and wind that tears my skin (tears my skin)
Leaving what's without exposing what's within
Forsaken, left here
In my barren desolate...
My soul is evaporating
Won't you saturate me, won't you saturate me
Rain down on me with life
My soul is evaporating
Won't you saturate me, won't you saturate me
Storm around me, bring the tide
My days stretch long into the heat
As the sun brightens my defeat
My lips are chapped, they're parched and dry (parched and dry)
My thirst it builds, with every day gone by....
Forsaken, left here
In my barren desolate...
My soul is evaporating
Won't you saturate me, won't you saturate me
Rain down on me with life
My soul is evaporating
Won't you saturate me, won't you saturate me
Storm around me, bring the tide
The dunes that shift, drift and lift in the wind
Cover up my Hope, as i start ot give in
To the cracks and creases and the dips in my will
As I am pushed toward the brink, I drink down arid swill
My soul is evaporating
Won't you saturate me, won't you saturate me
Rain down on me with life
My soul is evaporating
Won't you saturate me, won't you saturate me
( Instrumental )
(K. Grimwood/E. Idlet)
Now, it's Story Time,
And the candles are burning down low,
'Cause it's late and there's nowhere to go.
And I'm listening
As you're taking the shoes off your feet;
There's a smile as you hand them to me.
Chorus: I don't want to hear it from anyone else,
(Once upon a time)
I'll listen to you or be here by myself
(Far across the sea)
Tell me it all and make it feel like it happened to me.
It's gonna be a long night,
Only the coffee remains.
Bets on the long shot.
Animals answer their names
And I know my name too.
Now it's Story Time,
And the ferrets are loose in the den;
Turn your back and they're stealing again.
As a small child,
There's a magic that rides on the wind;
Blink your eyes, you're eleven again.
Chorus:
Now it's Story Time,
When you believe and the wishes come true,
On a lamp or a star? Is it you?
There's a long pause,
For a moment I can't even breathe,
But your eyes are still talking to me.
Chorus (2x):
It's gonna be a long night,
Only the coffee remains.
Bets on the long shot.
Animals answer their names
And I know my name too.
Chorus
City rhythm dancing in my head
we can feel the city rhythm moving overhead
up above us of sight and far away
in our dreams we fly away to follow
Verse 1
Do you hear what I hear?
There's a sound in the night
Do you see what I see?
As we turn down the light
Bridge 1
We don't need anybody here at all
just get in our way
my dreams I am the one you call
slowly we're dancing away
Verse 2
Do you hear what I hear?
Is it all in my mind.
Do you see what I see?
As we leave them behind
Bridge 2
Far below people dancing all around
I can hear you call
Just one voice rising up above the sound
Storytime
It's my favorite time
What time is it?
Is it storytime?
Storytime
It's my favorite time
What time is it?
Is it storytime?
Storytime?
Storytime
Well...
Storytime
Could be a...
Scary story
About an elf boy
With no help
Storytime
Is my favorite time
What time is it?
Is it storytime?
Storytime
That's *my* favorite time
What time is it?
Could it be storytime?
gather around
and let me tell a story
of a little kid
young but kinda worried
he was growing up
and his path was blurry
he needed to find some help in a hurry
he hated everything
coz he couldn't find
anything in this world
he needed a sign
someone showed him something
that blew his mind
that’s when he found his kind
the story never end
it starts over again
the story never ends
he came up young
looking the right way
he considered everyone in this the same
he decided one day
that this is my day
"i'm gonna try and get my shit straight!"
he did his thing
helped his people out
but after a while
he started having some doubt
then he met this kid
you know this little guy
he could see in those eyes
what almost died
the story never end
it starts over again
The sensation of being dead while alive
Reflects a dual thrust of their present being
Atrocity eluded their intended end
Waiting was a path leading to
their missed destiny of death
No longer a sequence, but an unsettling alliance
Memories of unbridled suffering
Brutal suppression of the inherent humanity
The shadow of the body unrelenting in its exposure
This imperative and universal
aim is a single-minded attempt to reduce
The sphere of the mind
Reduced to the pondering of it's material other
The somatic stratum
The wretched physical existence
refers to this world of bodies
The ability to refuse participation
To impose false divisions upon our species
Those who would define the new discourse
Tended to erect insurmountable walls
A discourse designed to intimidate and control
A discourse of disempowerment
Constructed as a realm so i