Syd Barret: 1947-2006

Octopus

Trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro
you have no word
trip, trip to a dream dragon
hide your wings in a ghost tower
sails crackiling at ev'ry plate we break
cracked by scattered needles
little minute gong
coughs and clears his throat
madam you see before you stand
hey ho, never be still
the old original favourite gran
grasshoppers green herbarian band
and the tune they play in us confide...
so trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro' /you have no word/Please leave us here/close our eyes to the octopus ride! /Isn't it good to be lost in the wood/isn't it bad so quiet there, in the wood/twenty even less to me than I thought/with a honey plough of yellow prickly seeds/clover honey pots and mystic shining feed.../well, the madcap laughed at the man on the border/hey ho, huff the talbot/Cheetah he cried shouted kangaroo/so through their tree they cried/Please leave us here/close our eyes to the octopus ride!/The madcap laughed at the man on the border/hey ho, huff the talbot/the winds they blew and the leaves did wag/and they'll never put me in their bag/the seas will reach and always see/so high you go, so low you creep/the winds it blows in tropical heat/the drones they throng on mossy seats/the squeaking door will always creep/two up, two down we'll never meet/so merrily trip for good my side/Please leave us here/close our eyes to the octopus ride!