Coordinates: 52°35′N 1°59′W / 52.58°N 1.98°W / 52.58; -1.98
Walsall ( pronunciation (help·info)) is a large industrial town in the West Midlands of England. It is located northwest of Birmingham and east of Wolverhampton. Historically a part of Staffordshire, Walsall is a component area of the West Midlands conurbation and part of the Black Country.
Walsall is the administrative headquarters of the Metropolitan Borough of Walsall, though it has changed its name to Walsall Council. In the 2001 census, the town had a population of 170,994 with the wider borough having a population of 253,500. Neighbouring towns in the borough include Brownhills, Willenhall, Bloxwich and Aldridge.
The name Walsall is thought to have derived from the words "Walh halh", meaning "valley of the Welsh speakers" (referring to the Brythons). Walsall is first referenced as 'Walesho' in a document dated 1002. Possibly as a result of a clerical error, it is not referenced in the Domesday Book, while the settlements of Aldridge, Bescot, Shelfield, Pelsall, Bloxwich, Great Barr and Rushall within the Metropolitan Borough are. However, it is believed that a manor was held here by William FitzAnsculf, who held numerous manors in the Midlands. By the first part of the 13th century, Walsall was a small market town, with the weekly market being introduced in 1220 and held on Tuesdays. The mayor of Walsall was created as a political position in the 14th century. Walsall is known as "the town of a hundred trades". (This appellation is a nod to the fact that nearby Birmingham is known as "the city of a thousand trades".)
Oh dem white boyz,
They love playin' their guitars,
They love wearing their hearts
Stitched firmly to their sleeves
So on a thursday night
I'll make my way down to the open mic
So I can sing songs that no one likes
Unless you're my friend
"and I'll raise my voice
To drown yours out
Cause I'm on the stage
And you're just another face in the crowd"
And hot topic kids
They never ever pay attention
They just spout off their opinions
With reckless abandon
But if the truth be told
I really care more than I'd like you to know
Cause I stayed up all night
You were broken like a vase that fell,
There you lay scattered and broken,
But still too proud for your shelf.
He did his "best" to mend your shattered fault lines of cracked porcelain but it was a waste of his time..
Most of your life, you were nothing but his trophy wife, and you just can't take it anymore.
Not too long after you exchanged your vows,
He snuck off late at night, sleeping around, but like a good wife should, you just looked the other way.
"baby, I swear it's not what you think. You just need to calm down, why don't you make another drink?"
You were as pale as a ghost
In the dead of winter
Your breath rose like smoke,
It very well, could've been
Your soul. That escaped
From your lungs, like a melody left unsung.
You were never meant for this world.
You were never meant for this.
Now I'm knelt down by your headstone
Wondering if you are alone, where you are now.
I think to way way back before you left
To lay down in your flowerbed,
When I held your hand and prayed
That you would stay
Still sometimes I feel the rain even when it's dry
I want to hear you sing,
That song you wrote for me,
You were my anchor, you always kept me steady,
But now I'm lost at sea, and drifting aimlessly
I need to hear your voice to guide me back home again.
In many ways, I began the grieving process, long before you left.
In the end, I took harder than my sister and my father,
I just couldn't let you go,
It took took took all I had to give
To stay afloat on a sinking ship,
When we knew very well, just where this would end
"I think it's time, I think it's best for my tired head to come to rest"
Sing me to sleep,
You were driving me home
Just as the sun was coming up
As early morning commuters clung
To their coffee cups.
When you laughed, I felt like royalty
So that morning I went home,
And I slept like a king
Do you know what I dreamed?
I dreamed that you would never hurt again.
I know one day they'll find a cure,
I pray they find it soon,
Cause I cannot afford
To say goodbye to you
I hid out for days
In fear of the news,
The doctors bow their heads and say:
"There's nothing more that we can do,
You see the cancer, it has taken her bones,
We'll just have to wait and see,
It's beyond our control."
The treatments are stretching
Scarce and thin,
While your body is losing the battle
Being fought beneath your skin,
An army of white blood cells
Collectively admits defeat,
Rows and rows in their starch white sheets.
If I could, I swear I would,
Take your place, though I know you'd never have it
Never have it that way.
Our bodies are scarred with a trace
Of all that has been done,
Yet somehow, hope remains
Then every holiday
It's just the same routine of:
"take it all in, take it all in
This could be our last time as a family."
Through the bitter months
Our skin grows numb
You're left lying awake