I'm Grateful To Myself And Those Closest

It Doesn't Really Matter What Chords I Play, What Words I Say Or Time Of Day It Is, As It's Only A Northern Song.

Oh Yeah, Gossip. I Heard You On The Secret Wireless. You Know The Devil's Radio Child.

I'm A Tidy Sort Of Bloke. I Don't Like Chaos. I Kept Records In The Record Rack, Tea In The Tea Caddy, And Pot In The Pot Box.

There's A Point In Me Where It's Beyond Sad, Seeing The State Of The World Today. It's So Screwed Up. It's Terrible, And It Will Be Getting Worse And Worse. More Concrete Everywhere, More Pollution, More Radioactivity. There's No Wilderness Left, No Pure Air. They're Chopping The Forests Down. They're Polluting All The Oceans.

Music Should Be Used For The Perception Of God, Not Jitterbugging.