There was a jelly covered cloud In the little of the sky singing out the sign (Chant??) There's a highly stoned piano Who is feeling strangely blue? Painting custers Portrait of people going potty There's an electric orange going People going down the stars Crossing the roads with Maybe's talking softly to chaps There's a naughty (Sodesasa?) Inside the paper room Writing songs of seamen Selling to the church of moon There's silvery tongue gifillet Trying to catch your kisses Speaking perfect Spanish Asking whose pen this is There's so many, many things That live in my brain The happy people curvey people That come again, again.