The Incredible String Band - The Head lyrics
[The Incredible String Band - The Head lyrics]
Only a palace with interior doors
Well painted well gargoyled
With multiple floors
Two windows let free this projector machine
And the magical world here
Appears on the screen
My servants attend me with
Tricks of the senses
The past and the future and similar tenses
And on platters of air they
Convey me my measure
Both gladness and sorrow
I lack not for treasure
The lord and his lady are seated within
In the court of the mind
Where the song does begin
The song is as fine is as fine is as follows
The song does continue
Through measureless hollows
That sink from the level of personal being
Through caverns of darkness where dragons
Are dwelling
The mountains above them are
Raised at my calling
Where the apples are ripe or
The rain is a-falling
In ships of white vision I sail the horizon
Where three spinners stand beyond the
Horizon under the tree of
The apples of beauty
I watch them arranging my days and tomorrows
The song is as fine is as fine as it follows
I stood on the beach where
The moon was a-curling
Laughed on the wings of the sea birds calling
I loved when sweet Venus a lover did bring me
I cried when sweet Saturn
And Jupiter moved us and all of my servants
Were fighting their brothers
And the lord and the lady
They hated each other
Till the spinners arose with their
Work on their fingers
Commanding the presence of Heavenly singers
That spoke of the silence so
Soon to be coming when all would be still
In the wonderful palace
The peace is not stillness
But peacefully changing
This hope is the hope of
The man on the gallows
The song is as fine is as fine is as follows
The infant I was in the womb of my mother
White sperm I was in the loins of my father
Before that I swam in the oceans of nowhere
Where the fish are as fine
As the colour of colours
Where waves are the message
Of centuries rolling
Where wind is the breath of the Holy Creator
Where no ship sails but only the ocean
Where all the rivers grow mighty with showing
And crowned with the gifts
Of the myriad valleys
Return with a sigh to the sea of the coming
Forever and ever and ever and
Ever be glad O be
Glad for the song has no ending
Well painted well gargoyled
With multiple floors
Two windows let free this projector machine
And the magical world here
Appears on the screen
My servants attend me with
Tricks of the senses
The past and the future and similar tenses
And on platters of air they
Convey me my measure
Both gladness and sorrow
I lack not for treasure
The lord and his lady are seated within
In the court of the mind
Where the song does begin
The song is as fine is as fine is as follows
The song does continue
Through measureless hollows
That sink from the level of personal being
Through caverns of darkness where dragons
Are dwelling
The mountains above them are
Raised at my calling
Where the apples are ripe or
The rain is a-falling
In ships of white vision I sail the horizon
Where three spinners stand beyond the
Horizon under the tree of
The apples of beauty
I watch them arranging my days and tomorrows
The song is as fine is as fine as it follows
I stood on the beach where
The moon was a-curling
Laughed on the wings of the sea birds calling
I loved when sweet Venus a lover did bring me
I cried when sweet Saturn
And Jupiter moved us and all of my servants
Were fighting their brothers
And the lord and the lady
They hated each other
Till the spinners arose with their
Work on their fingers
Commanding the presence of Heavenly singers
That spoke of the silence so
Soon to be coming when all would be still
In the wonderful palace
The peace is not stillness
But peacefully changing
This hope is the hope of
The man on the gallows
The song is as fine is as fine is as follows
The infant I was in the womb of my mother
White sperm I was in the loins of my father
Before that I swam in the oceans of nowhere
Where the fish are as fine
As the colour of colours
Where waves are the message
Of centuries rolling
Where wind is the breath of the Holy Creator
Where no ship sails but only the ocean
Where all the rivers grow mighty with showing
And crowned with the gifts
Of the myriad valleys
Return with a sigh to the sea of the coming
Forever and ever and ever and
Ever be glad O be
Glad for the song has no ending