ARZACHEL
"Arzachel" (1969)

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 ?