I once'd upon a magic field
of dragonflies and daffodils
and glitter rain confetti fluttered down
I followed on the stony path
I sat beneath the hovercraft
communing telepathic, without sound
I can barely recall
all the places that I saw
They still come to me in streams
but I try and pass them off as dreams
I floated up on cosmic wheels
I've laid upon the table still
as all the little doctors gathered 'round
A sperm tailed mutant fairy sized
rubbing ointment in my eyes
I tried to scream but could not make a sound
I can barely recall
all the things they did to me
They still come to me in streams
but I try and pass them off as dreams
I woke up on an icy slope
a strange man standing with a goat
he said he was the man I was to be
My doppelganger solemnly
stared and then he turned away
and walked into a corridor of light
I can barely recall
all the faces that I saw
They still come to me in streams
but I try and pass them off as dreams
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth