why I like camden

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Sunday afternoon in Camden Lock, pouring rain, stalls cooking weird pots of bubbling ethnic stuff, people huddled under tarpaulins, canal clogged with discarded litter. Days like this, Camden has a strangely post-apocalyptic urban shanty town vibe about it. One of the stalls pumps out driving, throbbing dub beat and eerie melancholy piping melody drifts over the market.

Sun is shining,
Weather is sweet
Make you want to move,
Your dancin' feet.

But to the rescue,
Here I am,
Want you to know, y’all,
can you understand?