The Kinks
Dead End Street

1980

Uit 1966. Maar voor mij ging die liedje
pas echt een rol spelen in 1980. Als
student heb je lange zomervakanties.
Ik verdiende dan wat bij als postbode in Apeldoorn. Om 6 uur beginnen, om 2 uur weer thuis en betaald krijgen tot 4 uur. Niet slecht.

Bepaalde straten riepen het gevoel van dit liedje bij me op, en ik zong het dan ook veelvuldig tijdens het postbezorgen.

De clip hierbeneden is wél uit 1966. Het moet toch één van de eerste videoclips ooit zijn. 

Lyrics

There's a crack up in the ceiling,
And the kitchen sink is leaking.
Out of work and got no money,
A Sunday joint of bread and honey.

What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No money coming in,
The rent collector's knocking, trying to get in.

We are strictly second class,
We don't understand,
(Dead end!).
Why we should be on dead end street.
(Dead end!).
People are living on dead end street.
(Dead end!).
Gonna die on dead end street.

Dead end street (yeah).
Dead end street (yeah).

On a cold and frosty morning,
Wipe my eyes and stop me yawning.
And my feet are nearly frozen,
Boil the tea and put some toast on.

What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No chance to emigrate,
I'm deep in debt and now it's much too late.

We both want to work so hard,
We can't get the chance,
(Dead end!).
People live on dead end street.
(Dead end!).
People are dying on dead end street.
(Dead end!).
Gonna die on dead end street.

Dead end street (yeah).
Dead end street (yeah).

(Dead end!).
People live on dead end street.
(Dead end!).
People are dying on dead end street.
(Dead end!).
Gonna die on dead end street.

Dead end street (yeah).
Dead end street (yeah).
Dead end street (yeah).
Head to my feet (yeah).
Dead end street (yeah).
Dead end street (yeah).
Dead end street (yeah).
How's it feel? (yeah).
How's it feel? (yeah).
Dead end street (yeah).
Dead end street (yeah).