Number Nine Bread Street - Summertime - 1967

Number Nine Bread Street - Summertime [Number Nine Bread Street] 1967

Number nine bread street is a pub, an obscure little building found down a narrow once-cobble street, A collection coin flip from Wakefield cathedral, almost hidden in the shadows. Number nine bread street and it's five thirty, late afternoon the five door bolts are drawn. A yellow block of light falls on the pavement. Inside the glass globes blaze, the coal fire crackle is the only sound to break this early silence. Soon the news boy will enter over the pale dunes of deal sawdust lying on the flagged floor. This is an old pub clinging to an old tradition.
The setting is peacful, nothing until six o'clock, six thirty when the door again opens and number nine bread street gradually shrugs to life. Pearls of drizzle on cropped hair and a guitar. The one long bar with its elbow-rubbed sheen stands the press of customers, more talk and blue curls of tobacco smoke haze drifts over all.
A banjo glints next to the guitar, a whistle of music, the regular voices tune up with a burst of laughter. The singing begins, a crowd of likely and unlikely characters range their voices through the rafters.
Number nine bread street, this is another night here, the place resounds with song and local talk while strangers are bearing lovely ideas away in odd corners.
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Category:

Music

Tags:

• Number
• Nine
• Bread
• Street
• Summertime
• 1967
• folk rock

[StringRamblerBale]

so smooth and easy...thank u very much ;)