A Club Way up North


Back in the 60’s music flowed forth
From a couple of decks in a club way up north
And a DJ called Mike danced a crown or 2,000
Night after night like climbing a mountain
And the music was good, rocking and reeling
Pouring out soul, dancing with feeling
And the faces came round, prayed to the sound
Of Motown Atlantic staxing the ground
An ocean of bodies moving in rythm
To a wave of such sound, taking and giving
Soul music, blue beat, ska blues and beat
From the cold of the night to the dance of the host
We never forget from Chandler to Dekker
And our haven of dance at Burnley’s true Mecca


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