I Am Still Reeling With Delight At

Hymn Tunes Are The Nearest We've Got To English Folk Music.

Imprisoned In A Cage Of Sound, Even The Trivial Seems Profound

Lord, Reserve For Me A Crown, And Do Not Let My Shares Go Down.

People's Backyards Are Much More Interesting Than Their Front Gardens, And Houses That Back On To Railways Are Public Benefactors.

I Have A Vision Of The Future, Chum. The Workers Flats In Fields Of Soya Beans Tower Up Like Silver Pencils, Score On Score.