Sometimes your culture just oozes out of your pores, it's hardwired into your being, no erasure, no denial: personal history is what it is. Hyduc Street is a song about a city, the city songwriters, Mac and Gar, grew up in, the city that made them who they are. Hyduc Street is a proud middle England conurbation built from the toil and sweat of its forefathers and mothers but, like other cities in the UK, a place fighting to find its way in an era of constant change. The challenge of the 21st century.

In Hyduc Street stoicism is the drug of choice: local people remain certain that their hometown will find an answer to its current identity crisis. Somewhere between its industrial past and uncertain future, there are echoes of hope, hope that shouts out the shape of the future. 'Hyduc Street' is a homage, an acknowledgement to the warmth, humour, and determination of the people of this often overlooked and maligned area, the place we call 'our home.'

"It's got to come good ..."

For sure.

HYDUC STREET

VERSE 1
Hollows of emptied hearts
Circles of braids and knots.
This old town in chains
No one’s leaving soon.

Listen to the skirl of life,
Sitting with the clowns I’m calling, calling,
‘All this world’s my home’
Out on Hyduc Street
I won’t be on my own

VERSE 2
People we’ve lost and found.
Kids in their hand me downs
This old town remains.
We won’t be leaving soon.

Trace along the skyline light,
Hold a lock of gold, a sin kissed trinket,
All this world’s my home
Out on Hyduc Street
A place we call our home

BRIDGE
Sunday skinning, bells are ringing,
All the monkey heads are singing,
La la la la, la La la la la la
We could see the free show,
Walk, along our Nile,
Find a proper cup of tea, love,
The Cut is more our style,
Out on Hyduc Street

CODA
This place I call my home,
We never run until we cry,
And we Don’t let go or say goodbye,
Out on Hyduc Street - Out on Hyduc Street
It’s got to come good, it’s got to come right,
This old Town in chains – let it break free tonight.