The Last of England

00:01:50 Imprisoned memories prowl thro' the dark.

00:02:24 The dust settles thick, so by five when I stagger to the freezing bathroom

00:02:55 Outside in the leaden hail the swan of Avon dies a syncopated death...

00:03:27 their names erased by a late frost that clipped the village cross.

00:06:43 as death’s heads from chip plants.

00:07:06 We heard prophetic voices:

00:07:25 Picking through the tatters of your lives we jumbled the lot

00:07:54 A thin yellow pus drained through exhausted institutions.

00:12:32 poisoning the buttercups with a new defoliant.

00:12:53 Wriggling in the blinding sun?

00:13:13 What else do you see?

00:13:34 Yes.

00:13:59 Can't you feel the days are getting shorter?

00:29:34 They're playing the funeral march for the Royal Doulton.

00:30:02 choc - full of comix and bubble gum.

00:30:28 a black marble mausoleum ticked out my childhood.

00:30:55 In the silence of an English suburb power

00:41:58 By the right! Left! Right! Left! Right! Left! Right! Left!

00:55:52 Over the sea to Skye.

00:56:51 Onward, the sailors cry

00:57:37 Over the sea to Skye.

00:58:25 Onward, the sailors cry

01:12:05 - It's going to be a big one, isn't it? - I hope so, ma'am.