EGG
"Egg" (1970)

WHILE GROWING MY HAIR
Words and Music
by Mont Campbell

While growing my hair
They heard a strange air
Played on a french horn
All shaven and shorn

Blow your thing, do your mind
Come on in, water's fine
Freak and shout, laugh about
Make sure you're not left out
That's what you have to do
If you want to be one of the few

When just out of school
I felt such a fool
Did I do it wrong
Some didn't belong

Know your thing, do your mind
Come on in, water's fine
Freak and shout, laugh about
Make sure you're not left out
That's what you have to do
If you want to be one of the few

When covered in ink
I had time to think
Daub her for a while
But be clandestine

I WILL BE ABSORBED
Words and Music
by Mont Campbell

Half of the time I spend thinking alone
While I'm working out songs or just lying in the sun
The magical sound that I long to express
Always just out of reach of my groping hands

Like the wanton muse
Beckoning to me
Vanishes before
I can see her face

How many times has a transient dawn's
Beauty faded away before you understand
And a woman whose smile is a lingering song
Bringing tears to your eyes though you dont know why

Like a fragrant light
Moves before your eyes
A million miles away
Never to return

Wafting past from my childhood
Hazy thoughts and sensations
These must hold the key to my life

I always find those indefinite things
If I manage to touch them they turn into stone
And the quality that kept me following them
Is only a sound that I knew all the time

If I ever find
What I'm looking for
I will be absorbed
And never write again

THE SONG OF McGILLICUDIE THE PUSILLA-
NIMOUS
Words and Music
by Mont Campbell

Where should I go? What should I do?
Now that I know I can't get away from you
Everyone has something to hide from themselves
Now it's too late to go back - go right on
I feel so alone - I feel so alone...

What do I say? Where do I look? Isn't it great? Now...
Everything's gone
Black perfectly safe feel quite well
Why dont you just go to hell?
Back where you came from...

SEVEN IS A JOLLY GOOD TIME
Words and Music
by Mont Campbell

I used to play in four time when I was very small
But recently I've realised the folly of it all
So grim a thought disturbed me, upset my decent mind
I started writing songs in all the rhythms I could find
Like five...

Seven is a jolly good time, seven is a jolly good time
It's such a very good sign to play in seven time

I found it hard to follow, my foot became confused
My facial muscles echoed the rhythms that I used
And now I found my métier playing in a group
I gather all the notes up and jump them through a hoop
As in eleven...

Seven is a jolly good time, seven is a jolly good time
It's such a very good sign to play in seven time