Feel how the Greater Being Comes Rejoice and, in rejoicing, die Melt in the music of the drums For I am you and you are I.
Half a gramme for a half holiday One gramme for a weekend Two grammes for a trip to the gorgeous East Three for a dark eternity on the moon
There she remained But wasn't there at all Was all the time away Infinitely far away On holiday
On holiday In some other world Where the music of the radio Was a labyrinth of sonorous colours To a bright centre of absolute convicton Where the dripping patchouli Was more than scent It was a sun.