ARZACHEL
"Arzachel" (1969)


  • Garden Of Earthly Delights (M.Shaw/P.Rosseter arr. M.Campbell)
  • Azathoth (M.Campbell/D.Stewart)
  • Leg (S.Hillage/A.Vinall)
  • Clean Innocent Fun (S.Hillage/A.Vinall)

  • GARDEN OF EARTHLY DELIGHTS
    Adapted by Mont Campbell from Philip Rosseter's poem "And Would You See My Mistress' Face", to music by Martin Shaw

    And would you see my lady's face
    It is a flowery garden place
    Where knots of beauty have such grace
    That all is work and nowhere space

    It is a sweet delicious morn
    Where day is breeding, never born
    It is a meadow yet unshorn
    Which thousand flowers do adorn

    It is the heavens' bright reflex
    Weak eyes to dazzle and to vex
    It is the idea of her sex
    Whose envy does the world perplex

    It is a sweet delicious morn
    Where day is breeding, never born
    It is a meadow yet unshorn
    Which thousand flowers do adorn

    It is the outward face of youth
    It is the famed Elysium's truth
    The spring that wintered hearts renews
    And this is that my soul pursues


    AZATHOTH
    Words and Music by Mont Campbell and Dave Stewart

    Mindless demon ruling in absolute chaos
    Human minds cannot believe
    Black charred brain forms circling deep in the darkness
    Bright red trails of pain

    Azathoth the mightly, centre of confusion
    Ruler of the dead beneath a sea of cloud

    Evil blind things ruling in absolute darkness
    Fighting forever

    Weeping, gnashing, falling in utter confusion
    Fire and chaos thrive


    LEG
    Words by Steve Hillage and Antony Vinall, Music by Steve Hillage (based on "Rollin' And Tumblin'" by Muddy Waters)

    We saw an outgoing camel from our viewpoint on a hill
    And all the women were dancing because the men were ill
    All the animals were sighing as we led them to the kill

    Oh we shook and we trembled from the Everest height
    We fondled and we fumbled, floated out of sight
    We fought the forcefield powerfully in the buzzing night

    I was sliding down the railway with a horse and chariot on my tail
    And a stark naked drummer was balancing on the rail
    I sat down on a sleeper until I woke up in jail


    CLEAN INNOCENT FUN
    Words by Steve Hillage and Antony Vinall, Music by Steve Hillage

    I'll be on my way, he said, as the knife quivered in his eye
    I let down my heavy head, the screaming wall began to cry
    You've lost your last hold on your flimsy mind, you know you've done it now
    I turned my head and looked behind at the blood welling from his brow

    The harlot slowly crossed her legs, vanished into a drowning child
    Forty rows of angry spikes, each one through a squiggling limb
    The glass faces of the frigid mares, dragged and sheltered in the wind
    The cold draught brought the stench of pus, the boil bubbled on his flesh

    The grey mist wafted in, undulating, shrouded all
    I was walking up the endless steps, oozing bubbles from the cracks
    Blazing Betelgeuse lit the way for me, laser heat transmit my soul
    The pressure force forced me on to the long knife at the end

    The wave rocked by brain, crashing smashing it all wrong
    Lighthouse beam cross the black waste, split the black till it was dawn
    My mind returned to that stale room, panic took hold of his brain
    Slowly, slowly it died away... would I ever be the same ?