He's very clever, his name is John
Do not under estimate your breath
All wrapped in lace and fancy paper
I suppose you could call it country
He waits for the season - Her reason is clear
Yes that’s right it is Ummagumma
Two days of scraps of torn up paper
On the arm of the vast armchair
News from flatlands and marshes
Portrait of a picture as a young man
The sepia bone is still at last
Eighteen untold stories of bedrooms, gardens and torn down houses
A faster jet leaves its stream overhead in a southerly direction