Julian Cope presents Head Heritage

Ian Anderson put it nicely:

I'm going up the 'pool from down the smoke below
To taste my mum's jam sarnies and see our aunty Flo
The candy floss salesman watches ladies in the sand
Down for a freaky weekend in the hope that they'll be meeting Mister Universe

The iron tower smiles down upon the silver sea
And along the golden mile they'll be swigging mugs of tea
The politicians there who've come to take the air
While posing for the daily press, will look around And blame the mess on Edward Bear

There'll be bucket, spades and bingo, cockles, mussels Rainy days, seaweed and sand castles, icy waves Deck chairs, rubber dinghies, old vests, braces dangling down Sun tanned stranded starfish in a daze

Oh, Blackpool Oh, Blackpool