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Fields Of People (Electric Light Orchestra)

Wildflowers grow everywhere Vibrations flow, things will have to change (Good evening, madam. It's a recording. Yes.) Strange new ideas fill the air Some people leave, others grieve Some were there but things will change Old concepts go, new ones grow All at once the world begins to love again (..... Hello Uncle Bill) And the wildflowers grow out of fields Fields of people There's no such thing as a weed Seeds of hatred Plant them and soon they will breed (Going to the pub, are you? Evening madam.) Wildflowers grow everywhere Vibrations flow, things will have to change (Good evening, madam. It's a recording. Yes.) Strange new ideas fill the air Some people leave, others grieve Some were bare but things will change Old concepts go, new ones grow All at once the world begins to love again (..... Hello Uncle Bill) And the wildflowers grow out of fields Love of people There's no such thing as a weed Seeds of hatred Plant them and soon they will breed Fields of people There's no such thing as a weed Seeds of hatred Plant them and soon they will feed Wildflowers grow everywhere Vibrations flow, things will have to change (Good evening, madam. It's a recording. Yes.) Strange new ideas fill the air Some people leave, others grieve Some were there, but things will change Old concepts go, new ones grow All at once the world begins to love again (..... Hello Uncle Bill) And the wildflowers grow out of fields (There's a bloke out here looking for the band) There's no such thing as a weed Seeds of hatred Plant them and soon they will breed There's no such thing as a weed Seeds of hatred Plant them and soon they will breed There's no such thing as a weed Seeds of hatred Plant them and soon they will breed (Here we are now in Great Portland Street. Ah, good evening sir, I wonder would you like to come over here and say a few words in the microphone. Oh. It catches one a bit off balance suddenly to be interrupted in the street. I got one. Hello, I don't wanna taxi. What I want is this. You're a taxi driver, and we want a taxi driver's opinion on pop music. I think it's very good mate. Just cause I gettin' a bit anciant don't mean to say I don't enjoy it. Good. Toot your organ and we'll be away.) (Hold it. One more time, it's a bit ragged. Try one more. Here we go.)