iconoclastic movement grew up long before me birth / static iconoclastic town / me as yet a young boy / thems around considers themsels nor mal / normal iconyclasts / of course theres hextreamists too / many a them / but me parents considers themsels and their frens as normal hiconyclasts / nothing ta extremes they say / their houses aint devoid a himages yet tha few they do posess is banal and without conviction / they prefer to express in words what they believe an these words are less banal / less without conviction / still in these words too they are normal iconyclasts /what they express in relation to what could be expressed is banal and without conviction / this is tah hatmosphere i is growin up in / but i is visal / stare out over yer nativ toun / in yer eyes reflected tha shimmer a mosaic city in first mornin light / fadin evenin light / mosaic himages decorate each an every surface / intense colours newformed / antique timeworn traditional shades / gradual shift of light east to west forever augments tha scene / night windows spill light across details / streetglow seeps up / reflected in me eyes same old yesterday today tomorrow drabtown