Sally tried but she couldn't find a way
To make the nasty things decay
Just like her mother told her
Then one strange and misty night
She ventured into inner space
And left behind her childhood place
In hope she could find
The goddam awful mess they made of her mind
Sally found a bright and nicer place
It split and angels formed a face
That spoke a million tongues
Then the ether turned to light
One part of me is your mind
The other's what you left behind
Sally my dear
No-one's gonna hurt you as long as you're here.
Flying, flying, caught the wrong plane
home
Darkness, darkness, and I'm all alone
Drifting, drifting, earth and moon below
Here I stand with egg on my face
And my face all over the place
Space is a nice place to be when you're far out like me
Stillness, stillness, sight and sound are
one
Softly, softly, swiftly to the sun
Peaceful, peaceful, soon I will be gone
Sausages sizzling in a frying pan
In jumps the bacon to do what it can
To oust the sausages from the pan
Oily mutterings in a terrible land
In jump the mushrooms to do what they can
To oust the sausages and bacon fro'
Strange to mention my helicopter tortoise
collection
Get off my land before I fly away
Good woman, speak to me only with your breasts
And Sarah... have you seen the pess?
Eric and the rector sitting in the church
All at once the virgin mary burps
And spreads her holy wind throughout a thousand seas
A hint of trouble in the air
The wind was crisp and the wind was square
The escapologist knew his hair
Would part in the wake of the bass.
Vapour fleas seize the breeze
Hot airs rise, changing all in size
The fluff of heaven travels as it builds
The cables pull the wind across the hills
There's a whale out the back, and it's
jumped into a sack
It's purple and black (with space all over)
And it's giving off heat
Why does it speak to me
I don't know about you but it's sending me signals
Oh!... and everything's starting.
The higher sun will leave it's shadow
And rest our minds with a shine
I believe she's evolving with the earth.
The Crocodillian Suite
(part 1) The Egg
The specks, the waves
On insect hives
Presents a telescopic fly
One day he'll come by
(With his ants all digging around)
He knows, a lot of something small
Is something big
The microbes make a bid
An ant can throw a pig... Then there was an egg!
Waiting for the crocodillian
Waiting for the sphere
To get itself down here
I doubt we'll see these pictures on the cube
O.K. scientist
Now prove what it is
Am I wrong or is it just the truth
Always on it's side
Ready to arrive
The brainbox central always has a place
Already designed
A continent of mind
United Neuropeans spreading sense
I threw a punch and the punch threw me
Hit me a bit like a dotted line
Hit me a bit like a sign to stop
All of these things are making us
All of these things are making us... red
I jumped the line and the line jumped me
Didn't look bad at the time
Didn't look bad at the time (to take it)
Back home for tea at a quarter to five
Everythings cool and sunshine survived.
I Can't
Remember The 60s...
...I Must Have Been There
Try not to catch all the fish
That live up top of the stream
Or the folks down here will surely fry
Well I know it ain't much
But it's a prophecy and at least that's a start
Climb to the shelf
Where the green grows
Very far away
From the lines
Chalked around our minds
And when the rice has turned to wind
The bones will rise again... we shall not be moved!