We went to see the fall of Rome – I thought it would please us. To watch how the mighty go in a blaze of hubris. But I just stood there hypnotised by all the beautiful madness. Face into the wind boys face into the wind. Last night I dreamed that we built a fire in a wild garden. We took all the holy books and we burned them. All those pages to ashes every last one of them. Face into the wind boys face into the wind. Everything under the sun shall be harnessed. Forced to push and pull and endure like unwilling horses. All for the ceaseless construction of Man’s Great Purpose. Face into the wind boys face into the wind. And in the Market Square they’re still stacking the shelves. I’m screaming: I don’t want anything I don’t need anything. I don’t want anything I don’t need anything