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Divers

  • The gnome

    I want to tell you a story
    About a little man, if I can
    A gnome named Grimble Crumble
    And gnomes have kind of a way to be area
    Staying travel-in time
    In their scarlet cloaks
    Eating sleeping switching playing
    In the woods for days, chasing the rays
    Of the warm sun
    He wore a scarlet tunic
    A blue-green hood, it looked quite good
    He lived by a burrow
    Eating sleeping switching playing
    In the woods for days, chasing the rays
    Of the warm sun
    Look at the sky, look at the river
    Isn’t it good?
    Look at the sky, look at the river
    Isn’t it good?
    Winding-up winding-down
    Then one day, hooray!
    Another way for gnomes to say
    Hooray!
    Eating sleeping switching playing
    In the woods for days, chasing the rays
    Of the warm sun

    Syd Barrett

  • Flaming

    Alone in the clouds all blue
    Lying on an eiderdown
    Yippee! You can’t see me
    But I can you
    Lazing in the foggy dew
    Sitting on a unicorn
    Yippee! You can’t see me
    But I can you
    Watching chanterelles lazing on a clover cushion
    Watch out! I’m a-rising through the air
    Full of rhymes, full of chimes
    Full of rhymes
    Ice-creams on a rainy day
    Ice-creams on a rainy day
    Strolling on a ditty-bitty-gitty park
    Watching all the buttercups
    Yippee! You can’t see me
    But I can you

    Syd Barrett

  • Matilda Mother

    There was a king who ruled the land
    His Majesty was in command
    With silver pistols by his side
    A-flashing cameos of jade
    Of turquoise, silver, misery
    Oh, mother, tell me more
    Why’d’ya have to leave me there
    Hanging on your every word
    In that room of chords and stars?
    You find yourself a little man
    Who houses houses speaks to plan
    Of palaces and plastic toys
    And things that second-hand cars boy
    Or strictly speaking, he’s a person
    Oh, mother, tell me more
    Why’d’ya have to leave me there
    Hanging on your every word
    In that room of chords and stars?
    For all the time spent in that room
    The doll’s house darkness, old perfume
    And fairy stories held me fast
    To human clocks that calendar
    All our lives, oh, oh
    Oh, mother, tell me more
    Why’d’ya have to leave me there
    Hanging on your every word
    In that room of chords and stars?

    Syd Barrett