Here's a lovely lyric, Hawkfans:
Lives of great men all remind us we may make our lives sublime
And departing leave behind us footprints in the sands of time
so far, so Longfellow. We continue:
Of hewn stones the sacred circle where the wizened sages sat
Let us try to remember all the times where they were at.
- pure Dave Brock.
So your thoughts they were expecting
assault and battery on the human anatomy
Assault and battery on the human anatomy, man.
Ah, those ear-splitting nights at the long-gone Queensway Hall, Dunstable. The acoustics were immense. Pardon?
I am indebted to Betty for getting me going down this particular memory-lane again.
Lyrics purloined from here. Hope they don't mind.
Next week: Trumpton, probably.