Jacqui wrote:
If music be the food of love
Then laughter is it's queen
And likewise if behind is in front
Then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
Seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
And attacked the ocean bed
[Chorus]
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale ....................
The wax sensation
cultivated alienation
like swarming bees
are the pale people
robed in plastic fiber wings
lowered sails, roaring wind
ambition melting down
sticky, wet alien eyes........