I adore Fish. Not the smelly, bone riddled excuse for a food, but the Progressive Rock troubadour of ex Marillion and "Kayleigh" fame. Ive just been listening to his track Lucky
"An '85 veteran face from the gallery.
A ghost from the civil war in the family.
He stood his ground on the picket line
'Till all he was left with.
Were his father's cough. And his mother's eyes.
That would hold a tear for the very first time.
When the government they took his job away.
Now fist in hand he'll stand in line.
Declare his name and mark his time.
To some the only proof that they're alive"
As John Lennon clearly didn't say, "Give Prog a Chance".