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SYD BARRETT >> Merchandise Links
SYD BARRETT
(Barrett) It is obvious May I say, oh baby, that it is found on another plane? Yes I can creep into cupboards, sleep in the hall Your stars - my stars, a simple cock bar Only an impulse - pie in the sky Mumble listen dolly Drift over your mind - holly Creep into bed when your head's on the ground She held the torch on the porch, She winked an eye Reason it is written on the brambles Stranded on the spikes - my blood red, oh listen: Remember those times I could call Through the clear day Time - be there... Braver and braver, a handkerchief waver The louder you lips to a loud hailer Growing together, they ('re) growing each either No wondering, stumbling, fumbling Rumbling minds shot together, Our minds shot together... So equally over a valley, a hill Wood on quarry stood, each of us crying A velvet curtain of gray Mark the blanket where the sparrows play And the trees by the waving corn stranded My legs move the last empty inches to you The softness, the warmth from the weather in suspense Mote to a grog - the star a white chalk Minds shot together, our minds shot together...
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