Naomi (Chomsky!)

I grew up in a small rose tinted town in South Devon where people dream of selling rainbows on a market stall, or becoming best-selling self-help gurus. The smell of incense wafts from every open window and off every bare-naked person who's hanging out on the square, banging a drum and dancing around a twig. The children are all individuals and they're all called 'Prosperity' and 'Sunshine'. Money is no object in this part of the world, love grows on trees and people sing along to the sounds of the clouds... So, influences...? Nothing can touch me baby, I'm so free and enlightened. I'm depressed. I wish I was a butterfly. I wish I was a happy hippy. I wish I was dead. I wish I was you.