Nothing like a slock of cake on a chilly evening, is there?

You need to water down the lemonade a bit more to make it less sweet, dear.

Unfortunately Harrison decided to sing on the bulk of the record, and he's got a quavery, amelodic whine like Dave Matthews.

Now is he gone fourth, into the desart place, / With the holy Ghost, hys offyce to begynne. / Where Sathan the deuyll, with hys assaultes apace, / With colours of craft, and manye a subtyle gynne, / Wyll vndermynde hym, yet nothynge shall he wynne, / But shame and rebuke, in the conclusyon fynall, / Thys tokenneth our rayse, and hys vnrecurable fall.