THE MOTHER SHIP RETURNED AND…
it landed by the river.
The singer he looked raddled like a worried man.
Come to sing down them hard and fast worried life blues.
In a green laser box The Scientist,
brandishing, a-twirlin’ and a flexin that laser green violin bow.
Like a light sabre.
Oh yeah , oooh oooh yeah - the floor crackled.
I could feel it, through the slap of leather on shining concrete .
In the dome by the water,
the charge igniting and erupting,
Zig and jig jagging up through the feet
and aross the torso.
Making the synapses spark together -
like a dynamo.
And then The scientist played again.
Dazed And Confused
A beautiful nerve shredding Magick Ceremony
Of light and noise.
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