Under the time-lapse clouds
Out on the screen of green
I want to see the monsters couple
With the wet machine.
You are my salad witch
That I would love to dress.
I do not lack the Wound.
I do not lack the Mess.
And Everything Like That.
It's a granulated thing
Out the Isle of Grain
I want to see the mermaids tussling in the cellophane
You took me to the temple
And I saw the Snake of Brass.
I worshipped gods I don't believe in then they bit my arse.
And Everything Like That.
It's a many splendoured thing
I'm looking for it still:
To sculpt the stone of history
-With the hammer of my will.
You told me that your Art
Was something that you'd suffer for.
'That's well and good' I said
'But would you teach yourself to draw?'
Or Anything Like That?
It's under shadow law
I sought my virtue there.
I want to stand up on the mountain
With my soul laid bare.
When all the lilies bloom
You'll be in my Song of Songs.
I'll be your sugar daddy baby
Here's the sugar tongs.
And Everything Like That.
It's a large potato thing
I keep looking for the signs
I wanna see the aerial view of Sodom
Once before I die.
Be my deliquescent virgin.
I'll be your gateway crime.
I understand your hesitation
Please just take your time.
And Everything Like That.
It's all a mirage
The glory that was Rome:
I want to ape Tiberius
With methedrine and chrome.
You are my thunder monkey.
You are my baby lamb.
I am a simple reptile honey -you know I am.
And Everything Like That.
It's an avant-gardish thing,
They gave me too much rope:
I'm doing Iolanthe
Through a stethoscope.
I see you wreathed in vapours
And striding through the coals.
You'll be a Muse of Fire for
Post-post-modern rock 'n' roll
And Everything Like That
It's an evanescent thing
I waved my fairy wand.
I want to rise up glistening from the bottom of the pond.
You never liked this nonsense
But this is not so wrong.
It's sort of funky,
Sort of weird and moderately long
And Everything Like That.
This is a Do-Right outro
For all night song
And it'll fade out slowly before long...