Here's a poem from Alanio.
Atmospheric and a great economy of words.

Dirty Old River

I saw a picture just the other day
and it chilled me down to my soul
It was a picture of my hometown
around twenty years ago
The sky was dead and the mood was black
the walls, they were falling down
And in the fine detail on the faces of the people
I could see despair all around

I walked around the old docks yesterday
And heard the gosts of redundancy
Their whispers made me feel so scared for my future
And that of my unborn family
The sky was full and the mood was greed
and the walls were daubed with hollow boasts
And in the fine detail down the tunnels of my mind
All I could think about was after the goldrush

Dirty Old, Dirty Old River
As black as night and cold as a shiver

I never liked the 80s my friends
And I won't go back there again
Cause I grew-up in a town
That the 80s killed stone dead
It's waking up now and looks a lot healthier
But I fear for what's coming next
If someone reads these words in 20 years time
What will my hometown look like then?

Dirty Old, Dirty Old River
As black as night and cold as a shiver

I feel the pull of that Dirty Old River
Just wanna' go down that Dirty Old River
As black as night and cold as a shiver

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