England, my England

 

And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green:

 

And was the holy Lamb of God,
On England's pleasant pastures seen!

 

And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?

 

And was Jerusalem builded here,
Among these dark Satanic Mills?

 

 

Bring me my Bow of burning gold;
Bring me my Arrows of desire:

 

Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my Chariot of fire!

 

I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand:

 

Till we have built Jerusalem,
In England's green & pleasant Land

Our culture is addicted to revelation

Big Bird is watching you

Walking in my garden forever

'No' I said quietly in my best voice of death

wrapped up in the red, white and blue (1)

wrapped up in the red, white and blue (2)

wrapped up in the red, white and blue (3)

Lord help me

because my boat is so small

and your sea is so immense

variation on a cliche