My Parents, Especially My Mother, Were No

Ballet For A Rainy Day Silent Film Of Melting Miracle Play Dancing Out There Through My Window To The Backdrop Of A Slow Descending Grey

It's Very Schizophrenic Because I Like A Lot Of Very Straight Pop, Like Small Faces, Stones, Kinks; And On The Other Hand, I Like A Lot Of Avant Garde Things.

I Leaned Right Over To Kiss Your Stoney Book A Little Jealous Of The Ships With Whom You Flirt A Billion Lovers With Their Cameras Snap To Look And In My Fantasy I Sail Beneath Your Skirt

You Know, I Was Such A Big Beatles Fan, And When I'd Buy A New Album I'd Invariably Hate It The First Time I Heard It 'cause It Was A Mixture Of Absolute Joy And Absolute Frustration. I Couldn't Grasp What They'd Done, And I'd Hate Myself For That.

Now That I'm Out And I'm Shouting In Doorways Freed From A Love More Like Murder I Should Be Singing But In Liberation Feel Like A Ship With No Rudder.