If We Took Over Britain,

Nothing Is Real.

Limitless Undying Love Which Shines Around Me Like A Million Suns It Calls Me On And On Across The Universe.

I Keep On Reading The Morning Star Newspaper To See If There's Any Hope, But It Seems To Be In The 19th Century; It Seems To Be Written For Dropped-out, Middle-aged Liberals.

Before Cliff (richard) And The Shadows, There Had Been Nothing Worth Listening To In British Music.

And Paul Hits This Chord, And I Turn To Him And Say, 'that's It! Do That Again!' In Those Days We Really Used To Absolutely Write Like That - Both Playing Into Each Other's Noses.