The British Land Company plc is one of the largest property development and investment companies in the United Kingdom. The firm became a real estate investment trust when REITs were introduced in the UK in January 2007. It is headquartered in London. It is listed on the London Stock Exchange and is a constituent of the FTSE 100 Index and a founding member of the European Public Real Estate Association.
The British Land Company was founded in 1856 as an offshoot of the National Freehold Land Society (later Abbey National) formed in 1849 with the two chief architects of the freehold land movement Richard Cobden and John Bright. Both were ardent supporters of a movement to extend enfranchisement. To qualify for a parliamentary vote it was then necessary to be a landowner and the main object of the National Freehold was to facilitate the acquisition of small plots of land by the people. To do this the British Land Co. would purchase land and then resell it on the best terms to any customer who wanted to buy it. With extension of the franchise this reason ceased to govern the operation of the company, and it began to operate as a normal business in the latter part of the nineteenth century.
Opening Lyrics
Forget prior engagements
Cancel your plans
Let's do something amazing while we still can
Main Lyrics
I can't breathe under water
I can't stand in the air
But I could tear up your whole world
And then not even care
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Complete Lyrics
Forget Prior engagements
Cancel your plans
Let’s do something amazing
Why we still can
I'm floating above you
High on your kiss
We’re splashed like paint on the pavement
A beautiful waste
I'll drop bombs in the valley
If he comes near you
I'm gonna make something happen
Watch what you do
I can't breathe underwater
I can't stand in the air
But I will tear up your whole world
And not even care
So make lists of your lovers
People you kiss
Then tear them to pieces
Forget they exist
My hometown's a wasteland
Frightened of ghosts
We’re splashed like paint on the pavement