It begins with a blessing
And it ends with a curse;
Making life easy,
By making it worse;
My mask is my master,
The trumpeter weeps,
But his voice is so weak
As he speaks from his sleep, saying
Why, why, why, why are we sleeping!
People are watching,
People who stare;
Waiting for something
That’s already there.
Tomorrow I’ll find it,
The trumpeter screams,
And remembers he’s hungry
And drowns in his dreams, saying
Why, why, why, why are we sleeping!
My head is a nightclub
With glasses and wine;
The customers dancing
Or just making time;
While daevid is cursing
The customers scream!
Now everyone’s shouting,
«get out of my dreams!»
Just found out my Triptic Soul band mate & best friend Barbara Morillo (originally of late 60s psychedelic girl group The Cake) sang background vox on this song! Amazing music.
This is too good! One of the first psych bands in England together with Pink Floyd and Tomorrow. They mixed psych with early prog/jazz.Love this first album before they went even more prog and jazz.