Syd Barrett - Octopus

Trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro’ you have no word trip, trip to a dream dragon hide your wings in a ghost tower sails crackiling at ev’ry plate we break cracked by scattered needles little minute gong coughs and clears his throat madam you see before you stand hey ho, never be still the old original favourite gran grasshoppers green herbarian band and the tune they play in us confide... so trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro’ you have no word Please leave us here close our eyes to the octopus ride! Isn’t it good to be lost in the wood isn’t it bad so quiet there, in the wood twenty even less to me than I thought with a honey plough of yellow prickly seeds clover honey pots and mystic shining feed... well, the madcap laughed at the man on the border hey ho, huff the talbot Cheetah he cried shouted kangaroo so through their tree they cried Please leave us here close