I'd Like To Be Rich. I'd Like

Have You Seen The Roses? There's A Whole Lot Of Colours.

A Lot Of People Want To Make Films And Do Photography And Things, But I'm Quite Happy Doing What I'm Doing.

You Only Have To Read The Lines Of Scribbly Black And Everything Shines.

But I Can't Find Anybody. That's The Problem. I Don't Know Where They Are. I Mean, I've Got An Idea That There Must Be Someone To Play With. If I Was Going To Play Properly, I Should Need Some Really Good People.

I'm Disappearing, Avoiding Most Things.