Spirals and    The Knocker-Up A pal of mine once said to me, Will you knock me up at half-past three?" And so promptly at half-past one, I knocked him up and said, "O John, I've just come round to tell ya I've just come round to tell ya I've just come round to tell ya You've got two more hours to sleep!" |
MATCHSTICK MEN, CATS, and DOGS    Just when Lowry began to have success he was moving away from the subjects that everybody wanted him to paint. "Had I not been lonely none of my works would have happened". Some of his most power -ful pictures are deserted landscapes and seascapes. Some of the most difficult pictures to like are of solitary figures and downs and outs. "I feel more strongly about these people than I ever did about the industrial scene. They are real people, sad people. I'm attracted to sadness and there are some very sad things. I feel like them". Everything came too late for Lowry. But his late years saw him become a popular celebrity. He also became preoccupied about whether his art would last. "Will I live", he asked over and over again, like the art of the Pre-Raphaelites he collected and loved.  
Matchstalk Men And Matchstalk Cats And Dogs He painted Salford's smokey tops On cardboard boxes from the shops And parts of Ancoats where I used to play I'm sure he once walked down our street Cause he painted kids who had nowt on their feet The clothes we wore had all seen better days. Now they said his works of art were dull No room, all round the walls are full But Lowry didn't care much anyway They said he just paints cats and dogs And matchstalk men in boots and clogs And Lowry said that's just the way they'll stay Now canvas and brushes were wearing thin When London started calling him To come on down and wear the old flat cap They said tell us all about your ways And all about them Salford days Is it true you're just an ordinary chap Now Lowries hang upon the wall Beside the greatest of them all And even the Mona Lisa takes a bow This tired old man with hair like snow Told northern folk its time to go The fever came and the good Lord mopped his brow And he left us matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs He left us kids on the corner of the street with sparking clogs Now he takes his brush and he waits outside them pearly gates To paint his matchstalk men and matchstalk cats and dogs 
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