The poor families, emergency services, the victims 😢
@alindaalexander7905
Күн бұрын
😂god rest thém all, terrible tragedy ,omg nobody held to account 🤬
@imrayjb9639
2 күн бұрын
2024? 🤍
@jackleejopuhin8548
2 күн бұрын
can you guys create more song about issue like it. the bomb? the tsunami? anything... tornado? like winter kills? fire again? volcano explosion? or airplane crash? war..
@therasiathecook
2 күн бұрын
2024 and I am still so so so so sad for all these...................
@thedoctor6332
4 күн бұрын
need to learn to not sing thru your noses
@shaneJohnston-wj3li
8 күн бұрын
My Escort Rihanna
@irwindalais1373
8 күн бұрын
I am moved to tears. From south affica. Dont know the history but feel compassion. I started crying just listening to the song and seeing the images
@user-qu7zi8rp5n
14 күн бұрын
God bless god bless you all of
@321edhp50
16 күн бұрын
Hello got a friend from Kenya took her to the church for breakfast ... To mingle with the community x love for all ❤ 2:05
@libbylum
17 күн бұрын
this song so heart felt
@sandysmith4422
17 күн бұрын
The most beautiful thing I have ever heard.
@thomasjohnson4228
18 күн бұрын
Never forgotten 😢
@MichaelCameron-mv7we
23 күн бұрын
Lyrics to this song
@jademurray8988
24 күн бұрын
Fell bad rip those poor soles xx
@user-ue4jw6hq2i
25 күн бұрын
Justice to the victims ❤ rest in peace angels
@gordonjohn
29 күн бұрын
I will never forget it.
@hadronA1
29 күн бұрын
Labrinth voice suits the song so well
@Giggles915
Ай бұрын
BRILLIANT
@differentgravydifferentgra7852
Ай бұрын
Stormzy just did in Croyden what the Government could not, big Up Stormzy, Croyden needs a bronze statue, as large as Churchill's, Of the Man Stormzy!, Big Respect Big Man ❤💚❤💚👏👌👈❤💚
@ianmurray908
Ай бұрын
May 2024 still feel the pain from Slough love respect
@321edhp50
Ай бұрын
Still we must see the sunshine in our lives ... 0:44
@differentgravydifferentgra7852
Ай бұрын
Croyden needs a Statue ❤
@differentgravydifferentgra7852
Ай бұрын
Croyden needs A Bronze Statue of Stormzy, he is after all a atrue living Legend ❤❤X
@rosaliefrett1094
Ай бұрын
a Z gt*. %
@differentgravydifferentgra7852
Ай бұрын
Croydon lol 😂 some of us aint local but we still love stormzy 😂❤x
@differentgravydifferentgra7852
Ай бұрын
Croyden needs a large bronze statue of a Stormzy, we love yr latest move big up Croyden ❤
@georgethomas7814
Ай бұрын
Beautiful reminder of a sad sad day.
@antayres5902
Ай бұрын
I know I’m long to this and I’m sorry for that.i worked in building so I know how dangerous this shit is.i know it’s very sad and small children were killed which is more than disgusting.the fact that you guys have come together and it may be pointless but good for you.can I donate some where ? I’ll save this video and come back tomorrow X
@PaulSijtsma-qe5dc
Ай бұрын
Luvv
@SWATHybridToiletSWATHybridToil
Ай бұрын
It was like a burnt matchbox in the sky. It was black and long and burnt in the sky. You saw it through the flowering stump of trees. You saw it beyond the ochre spire of the church. You saw it in the tears of those who survived. You saw it through the rage of those who survived. You saw it past the posters of those who had burnt to ashes. You saw it past the posters of those who jumped to their deaths. You saw it through the TV images of flames through windows Running up the aluminium cladding You saw it in print images of flames bursting out from the roof. You heard it in the voices loud in the streets. You heard it in the cries in the air howling for justice. You heard it in the pubs the streets the basements the digs. You heard it in the wailing of women and the silent scream Of orphans wandering the streets You saw it in your baby who couldn’t sleep at night Spooked by the ghosts that wander the area still trying To escape the fires that came at them black and choking. You saw it in your dreams of the dead asking if living Had no meaning being poor in a land Where the poor die in flames without warning. But when you saw it with your eyes it seemed what the eyes Saw did not make sense cannot make sense will not make sense. You saw it there in the sky, tall and black and burnt. You counted the windows and counted the floors And saw the sickly yellow of the half burnt cladding And what you saw could only be seen in nightmare. Like a war-zone come to the depths of a fashionable borough. Like a war-zone planted here in the city. To see with the eyes that which one only sees In nightmares turns the day to night, turns the world upside down. Those who were living now are dead Those who were breathing are from the living earth fled. If you want to see how the poor die, come see Grenfell Tower. See the tower, and let a world-changing dream flower. Residents of the area call it the crematorium. It has revealed the undercurrents of our age. The poor who thought voting for the rich would save them. The poor who believed all that the papers said. The poor who listened with their fears. The poor who live in their rooms and dream for their kids. The poor are you and I, you in your garden of flowers, In your house of books, who gaze from afar At a destiny that draws near with another name. Sometimes it takes an image to wake up a nation From its secret shame. And here it is every name Of someone burnt to death, on the stairs or in their room, Who had no idea what they died for, or how they were betrayed. They did not die when they died; their deaths happened long Before. It happened in the minds of people who never saw Them. It happened in the profit margins. It happened In the laws. They died because money could be saved and made. Those who are living now are dead Those who were breathing are from the living earth fled. If you want to see how the poor die, come see Grenfell Tower See the tower, and let a world-changing dream flower. They called the tower ugly; they named it an eyesore. All around the beautiful people in their beautiful houses Didn’t want the ugly tower to ruin their house prices. Ten million was spent to encase the tower in cladding. Had it ever been tested before except on this eyesore, Had it ever been tested for fire, been tried in a blaze? But it made the tower look pretty, yes it made the tower look pretty. But in twenty four storeys, not a single sprinkler. In twenty four storeys not a single alarm that worked. In twenty four storeys not a single fire escape, Only a single stairwell designed in hell, waiting For an inferno. That’s the story of our times. Make it pretty on the outside, but a death trap On the inside. Make the hollow sound nice, make The empty look nice. That’s all they will see, How it looks, how it sounds, not how it really is, unseen. But if you really look you can see it, if you really listen You can hear it. You’ve got to look beneath the cladding. There’s cladding everywhere. Political cladding, Economic cladding, intellectual cladding - things that look good But have no centre, have no heart, only moral padding. They say the words but the words are hollow. They make the gestures and the gestures are shallow. Their bodies come to the burnt tower but their souls don’t follow. Those who were living are now dead Those who were breathing are from the living earth fled. If you want to see how the poor die, come see Grenfell Tower See the tower, and let a world-changing deed flower. The voices here must speak for the dead. Speak for the dead. Speak for the dead. See their pictures line the walls. Poverty is its own Colour, its own race. They were Muslim and Christian, Black and white and colours in between. They were young And old and beautiful and middle aged. There were girls In their best dresses with hearts open to the future. There was an old man with his grandchildren; There was Amaya Tuccu, three years old, Burnt to ashes before she could see the lies of the world. There are names who were living beings who dreamt Of fame or contentment or education or love Who are now ashes in a burnt out shell of cynicism. There were two Italians, lovely and young, Who in the inferno were on their mobile phone to friends While the smoke of profits suffocated their voices. There was the baby thrown from many storeys high By a mother who knew otherwise he would die. There were those who jumped from their windows And those who died because they were told to stay In their burning rooms. There was the little girl on fire Seen diving out from the twentieth floor. Need I say more. Those who are living are now dead Those who were breathing are from the living earth fled. If you want to see how the poor die, come see Grenfell Tower. See the tower, and let a world-changing deed flower. Always there’s that discrepancy Between what happens and what we are told. The official figures were stuck at thirty. Truth in the world is rarer than gold. Bodies brought out in the dark Bodies still in the dark. Dark the smoke and dark the head. Those who were living are now dead. And while the tower flamed they were tripping Over bodies at the stairs Because it was pitch black. And those that survived Sleep like refugees on the floor Of a sports centre. And like creatures scared of the dark, A figure from on high flits by, Speaking to the police and brave firefighters, But avoiding the victims, Whose hearts must be brimming with dread. Those who were breathing are from the living earth fled. But if you go to Grenfell Tower, if you can pull Yourselves from your tennis games and your perfect dinners If you go there while the black skeleton of that living tower Still stands unreal in the air, a warning for similar towers to fear, You will breathe the air thick with grief With women spontaneously weeping And children wandering around stunned And men secretly wiping a tear from the eye And people unbelieving staring at this sinister form in the sky You will see the trees with their leaves green and clean And will inhale the incense meant To cleanse the air of unhappiness You will see banks of flowers And white paper walls sobbing with words And candles burning for the blessing of the dead You will see the true meaning of community Food shared and stories told and volunteers everywhere You will breathe the air of incinerators Mixed with the essence of flower. If you want to see how the poor die, come see Grenfell Tower. Make sense of these figures if you will For the spirit lives where truth cannot kill. Ten million spent on the falsely clad In a fire where hundreds lost all they had. Five million offered in relief Ought to make a nation alter its belief. An image gives life and an image kills. The heart reveals itself beyond political skills. In this age of austerity The poor die for others’ prosperity. Nurseries and libraries fade from the land. A strange time is shaping on the strand. A sword of fate hangs over the deafness of power. See the tower, and let a new world-changing thought flower... (Grenfell Forever in our hearts💚)
@differentgravydifferentgra7852
Ай бұрын
We cant ever forget 2024💚❤💚🙏
@countrygurl1905
Ай бұрын
The Best song in The World. God Bless Yawl (Beautiful) so Dang (Beautiful) Luh Yawl
@felixpoll3754
Ай бұрын
The firefighters man😓 i know its part of the job but nothing prepares you for such an event such as this, respect to them and all families affected❤
@blueotter9304
2 ай бұрын
Nearly 6 years since this awful fire, my heart still goes out to those who lost loved ones on that tragic night 😢 God bless the angels we lost and rest in peace 🕊️🤍
@natashak47
2 ай бұрын
😢
@bctesla
2 ай бұрын
Here is great version aid all of us
@robertasiimwe4844
2 ай бұрын
When you're weary Feeling small When tears are in your eyes I'll dry them all I'm on your side Oh, when times get rough And friends just can't be found Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down When you're down and out When you're on the street When evening falls so hard I will comfort you I'll take your part Oh, when darkness comes And pain is all around Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down Sail on silver girl Sail on by Your time has come to shine All your dreams are on their way See how they shine Oh, if you need a friend I'm sailing right behind Like a bridge over troubled water I will ease your mind Like a bridge over troubled water I will ease your mind
@user-ib3ct9gx5k
2 ай бұрын
GODNLESS TO ALL THAST LOST THE MUISIC IDESTERYS BLESS TO ALL IN LOST MASTER SIMON DE SAVIRY YEOVIL LONDON REST IN PEACE
@LindsayMcmillan-ki4it
2 ай бұрын
Humanity at its finest! Love to all past and present. XXX
@chainzofhate
2 ай бұрын
Who is singing " and pain is all around " not a fan of pop singers but damn that girl can sing!
@lynncumming9196
2 ай бұрын
well done still no redress for the missed souls, their family and friends - even from a stranger take care xxx
@Dorothy6527
2 ай бұрын
Moral of the Story: Never, never dislike a tribute video and always be respectful, not disrespectful.
@dalegolding5949
2 ай бұрын
My auntie sister and her daughter died in grenfill rip to everyone who unfortunately didn't make it 😢
@glennwatkin7761
2 ай бұрын
Still watching this in march 2024❤
@pamelaanneolive3557
2 ай бұрын
Ohhhh my heart! 😔
@321edhp50
3 ай бұрын
Just a talk can help with a trusted one sorry stormz i cant even look at their 1:02 park without welling up wishing well ❤ u all 1:29 but then again the lovely lady loves tom jones 😢❤ 2:33
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