The time I think More clearly, The time I drift away,
Is on the bus-ride that meanders up these valleys of green and grey,
I get to think what might have been and what may yet come true,
and I get to pass the rainy mile thinking of you,
and all the while, all the while, I still hear that call,
to the land of gold and poison that beckons to us all.
Yorkshireman?
Can’t believe I was beaten to it 8)
I’ve got a bike, you can ride it if you like.
It’s got a basket, a bell that rings and things to make it look good.
I’d give it to you if I could but I borrowed it.
Bike – Pink Floyd 1967
Like a pig pulling a cartload of sausages, i’m drawing my own conclusions. (Julian Cope)
Darling, show me a place where the paint is made that colours the world, where the light is created that makes shine the splendour of the dawn, the lines and shapes of all form, the sound that fills the orbit. Show me the thought that illuminates the darkness of the void.
(Julian Cope – Jellypop Perky Jean)