Like marbles in a tin

written after talking to lovely people and groups at the Bus Park Café in Swadlincote, Derbyshire

The winds are bitter cold, you’d think we’d had enough,
All the same High Streets, the modern world is rough,
All machines and faceless, and no jobs, it’s tough
…But we’ll always get through, always find a way
…Because we come together down at the Resistance Café

It’s all for profit now, for some fat cat’s stash,
We turn the heating down, because we haven’t got the cash,
But we’re living it up tonight, bingo, bangers ‘n mash,
…You couldn’t want for better, so hear our call, W’hey
…Come on down and find us at the Resistance Café

If you ask what’s in ‘Swad’, we’ll say it’s all gone,
And the cuts, buses, benefits, hospitals, it’s all wrong,
But we’ve got cheese on toast, and that’s our song
…We’re young at heart, and we do enjoy a buffet
…So come on down and join us at the Resistance Café

We know each other, help each other, plot
Our next travel trip, Scarborough’s a favourite spot,
We bring each other tea, because little things mean a lot
…And you gotta get out every day
…So we’ll see you down at the Resistance Café

We talk and talk, little stuff, big stuff, sitting
In a circle, we natter while we’re knitting,
Yes, we like to rattle, we’re like marbles in a tin
…We like to get things off our chest, have our say
…And we’re raising funds down at the Resistance Café

Whatever someone needs, we just give or lend,
It’s what we do, we make do and mend,
We won’t lie down, and you’ll always find a friend
…While the politicians think they’ve had their way
…We’re just getting on down at the Resistance Café

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