If you could drink dreams like the Irish streams Then the world would be high as the mountain of morn In the Pool they told us the story How the English divided the land.
We want to go forward, but which way are we facing?
The best things in life are free, but you can keep them for the birds and bees; I want money.
Music touching my soul, the spirit dance was unfolding.
People think the Beatles know what's going on. We don't. We're just doing it.
In the two books I wrote, even though they were written in a sort of Joycean gobbledegook, there's many knocks at religion and there is a play about a worker and a capitalist. I've been satirising the system since my childhood. I used to write magazines in school and hand them around.