The Curse Of Me And My Nation

Compose In The Sequence Of The Musical Phrase, Not In Sequence Of A Metronome.

The Only History That Matters Is The History We Know.

I Think An Alliance With Stalin's Russia Is Rotten.

Song In The Manner Of Housman" O Woe, Woe, People Are Born And Die, We Also Shall Be Dead Pretty Soon Therefore Let Us Act As If We Were Dead Already. The Bird Sits On The Hawthorn Tree But He Dies Also, Presently. Some Lads Get Hung, And Some Get Shot. Woeful Is This Human Lot. Woe! Woe, Etcetera.... London Is A Woeful Place, Shropshire Is Much Pleasanter. Then Let Us Smile A Little Space Upon Fond Nature's Morbid Grace. Oh, Woe, Woe, Woe, Etcetera.

Where The Dead Walked And The Living Were Made Of Cardboard.