- published: 30 Jun 2016
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The Blue may refer to:
Coordinates: 51°29′32.48″N 0°03′48.96″W / 51.4923556°N 0.0636°W / 51.4923556; -0.0636
The Blue is a central market place in Bermondsey an area in London. The market is open Monday to Saturday from 9am until 5pm and has about 50 stall holders, selling food and clothes. The area has been known as The Blue for more than two hundred and thirty years and is probably named after the Blue Anchor public house that gave its name to Blue Anchor Lane.
In 2005 a Metropolitan Police report described the area as a crime hotspot for "race crime and youth disorder". In 2009 during the funeral procession of Jade Goody a white dove was released at The Blue, where her family once had a stall.
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Across your face, I see what you are
You wanna kill the sun, blot out the stars
I know you you're nothing,
you're so small
You're fuckin' nothing,
nothing at all
The sun burns on, it reminds me of you
The slit wrists of the sky bleeding into the blue
We twist beneath forever, but do you know what you've done?
Ants in the after birth,slugs under the sun
I could not wake the dead man dreaming
Acid party murder at the late show
Mutate me and breed yourselves a savior
I could not kill the dead man screaming
Eat my dead cock, oh yeah!
Eat my dead cock, oh yeah!
I have fallen deep in love with the sky
Fragments of a sunbeam glaring on a kitchen knife
The leaves will fall as everything must follow
Kill your idol come on jump into the void
Eat my cold shit
Everybody whispers were birds fall dead
I smell the yellow sickness churning inside your head
Wiping flecks of foam twisting with rabies
Bloody we run thru these fields of dead daisies
How can I ever make you know what you've done
Ants in the afterbirth, slugs under the sun
I have fallen deep in love with sky