The Fugitives - Where Do We Go, Boys

This project is funded in part by FACTOR, the Government of Canada and Canada's private radio broadcasters. Ce projet est financé en partie par FACTOR, le gouvernement du Canada et les radio diffuseurs privés du Canada.
It's a weird time and we're all going a bit crazy at home. So we wanted to make a video for our new party song that's about partying alone (or at least in a bubble). We asked family, friends and fans to send in clips on this theme, using our new song for dance-piration and we were absolutely blown away by the response. We received clips from all over North America, Europe and even as far away as India, Ecuador and Morocco (thank you all so much)! We hope this brings some cheer. Please pass it along to anyone that might be feeling a bit lonely these days.
Directed & Edited by Marlene Ginader Drone Footage by Jon McMorran
This tune comes from our latest record, 'Trench Songs'. Listen to the full album here: www.fugitives.... or on your favourite streaming platform.
WHERE DO WO GO, BOYS
(Lyrics from ‘In an Old-Fashioned Town’ by Ada L. Harris and ‘Where Do We Go From Here’ by Percy Wenrich/Howard Johnson)
There’s an old-fashioned house in and old-fashioned street
In a quaint little old-fashioned town
There’s a street where the cobblestones harass the feet
As it straggles uphill and then down
And through to and fro through the world I must go
My heart while it beats in my breast
Where-ever I may roam to that old-fashioned home
Will fly back like a bird to its nest
Burn a light, in the night
Keep the fire burning still
Till I make it back home
In that old-fashioned house in that old-fashioned street
Dwell a dear little old-fashioned pair
I can see their two faces, so tender and sweet
And I love every wrinkle that’s there
I love every mouse in that old-fashioned house
In the street that runs uphill and down
Each stone and each stick, every cobble and brick
In a quaint little old-fashioned town
Burn a light (in the night!), in the night (take me home!)
Keep the fire burning still
Till I make it back home (till the day that I roam!)
Where do we go, where do we go, where do we go from here, boys
Leicester Square, Greenwich Pier, whisper in her ear, boys
And there’s roses that shine in Barkingside but never a rose like her, boys
And roses may die in the summertime but never the one in her eyes (oh!)
Burn a light (burn a light!), in the night (in the night!)
Keep the fire burning still (let me go!)
Take me home (take me home!)
Down the road a-winding
The road without turning my heart is a-yearning
And burning without you
Till I make it back home
Whizz bang! Pipsqueak! OO-plonk! Sst! Up the ladders! Over!
And carry on with it
Till I make it back home!
Whizz bang! Pipsqueak! OO-plonk! Sst! Up the ladders! Over!
And carry on with it
Till I make it back home!
Where do we go, where do we go, where do we go from here
And through to and fro through the world I must go
My heart while it beats in my breast
Where do we go, where do we go, where do we go from here boys