Lyrics The Unborn Byron - Slapp Happy

The Unborn Byron

Byron as an embryo
Behold the unborn Byron grow
His budding brain grows ears and eyes
Soon he swells to twice his size
He drinks in with his mother’s blood
A subtle, philosophic food
Distilled from that good woman’s sense
A strong poetic influence
She calls him and he answers back
From the amniotic sac: (he says)
«Spread the word, tomorrow morn
A future poet shall be born
From my mother I shall fall
Into the womb that holds us all
My life shall be a meteor
Which generations shall adore
For my unbuttoned liberty
The unborn will remember me.»