Psychedelic invocations

Of Mata Hari at the station

I give to you

A Java princess of Hindu Birth

A woman of flesh a child of earth

I give to you

The hanging gardens of Babylon

Miles Davis the black unicorn

I give to you

The Palaces of Montezuma

And the Gardens of Akbar's tomb

I give to you

The spider Goddess and the Needle Boy

The slave-dwarves they employ

I give to you

A custard-coloured super-dream

Of Ali McGraw and Steve McQueen

I give to you

C'mon baby, let's get out of the cold

And give me, give me, give me your precious love for me to hold

The epic of Gilgamesh

A pretty little black A-line dress

I give to you

The spinal cord of JFK

Wrapped in Marilyn Monroe's negligee

I give to you

I want nothing in return

Just the softest little breathless word

I ask of you

A word contained in a grain of sand

That can barely walk can't even stand

I ask of you

Oh c'mon baby, let's get out of the cold

And gimme gimme gimme your precious love for me to hold

C'mon baby come out of the cold

And gimme gimme gimme your precious love for me to hold