I just turned on the Kink Kronikles and am listening to "The Village Green Preservation Society."
Do you know the song?
I always thought it was ironical, poking fun at old people. Right?
But check it out. Maybe because I feel such a strong connection to my own place, Los Angeles, as Ray Davies does for his place, I now believe that subconsciously, he means it. He wants God to save strawberry jam, and all its different varieties.