Rock Gives Children, On A Silver Platter, With All The Public Authority Of The Entertainment Industry, Everything Their Parents Always Used To Tell Them They Had To Wait For Until They Grew Up And Would Understand Later.
And London Shops On Christmas Eve Are Strung With Silver Bells And Flowers As Hurrying Clerks The City Leave To Pigeon-haunted Classic Towers, And Marbled Clouds Go Scudding By The Many-steepled London Sky
I Never Felt So Close To A Guitar As That Silver One With Mirrors That I Used On Stage All The Time.