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I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind There was something so pleasant about that phase. Even your emotions had an echo In so much space And when you're out there Without care, Yeah, I was out of touch But it wasn't because I didn't know enough I just knew too much Does that make me crazy? Does that make me crazy? Does that make me crazy? Possibly And I hope that you are having the time of your life But think twice, that's my only advice Come on now, who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you think you are? Ha ha ha bless your soul You really think you're in control Well, I think you're crazy I think you're crazy I think you're crazy Just like me My heroes had the heart to lose their lives out on a limb And all I remember is thinking, I want to be like them Ever since I was little, ever since I was little it looked like fun And it's no coincidence I've come And I can die when I'm done Maybe I'm crazy Maybe you're crazy Maybe we're crazy Probably

Nature’s children It’s summer and the New Age Travellers are here again. In their vans, old buses and caravans, they move from place. Angry MPs, farmers and local people appear on television and complain about them: The police shouldn’t allow it! They should put them all in the army! The Travellers don’t have jobs, because they don’t stay in one place long enough. They are the children of nature - modern gypsies. When autumn comes, they disappear and we don’t see them on the news any more. In fact, they move to the cities and look for empty houses for the winter. Perhaps the children go to school for a few months. Paul and Janice are Travellers. They aren’t married. They have two children called Moonstone and Saffron. Their life is very simple. During the day they sit and talk to their friends while the children play. In the evenings they usually eat together with other families around a big fire, and somebody usually plays a guitar or switches on a CD player. They live on a social security benefits. If they need extra money, Janice makes jewellery and sells it at markets and fairs. Both Paul and Janice come from normal middle class families. That’s one reason why Paul prefers the life of a Traveller. As Paul explains, “My father works in an office. He catches the same train to work every day. He comes home at 5.30. and why does he do it? To pay the mortgage on a house. But then what does he do in this free time? He works! He decorates the house, he digs the garden, and he washes the car. He thinks he’s free, but he’s really just a slave. Well I don’t want to be like that.” What should we about the Travellers? They’re rebels against respectable society and they don’t care what we think. But why shouldn’t they do their own things? As I sit here at my desk and think about my mortgage, the insurance, and taxes, I wonder who’s right.