that Ronnie Lane never did anything worthwhile after he left the Faces? Who? Who? Who?!?!?

my favourite songs

And a poetic evocation of an older yet timeless England

Was fresh and bright and early
I went towards the river
But nothing still has altered just the seasons ring a change
There stood this old timer
For all the world's first poacher
His mind upon his tackle
And these words upon his mind:

Bring me fish with eyes of jewels
And mirrors on their bodies
Bring them strong and bring them bigger
Than a newborn child

Well I've no use for riches
And I've no use for power
And I've no use for a broken heart
I'll let this world go by

With the grim prospect of “sorting out“ the garden.
Fun, fun, fun.