| Pink mountains dance excited while volcanoe waits behind a wall of matted
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| Ginger hair, and he’s prepared… he tampers with his belt, licks the wax
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| Off his moustache, reaches for his etchings… Bats are watching high
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| Above from draughty rafters. |
| They’re not as blind as they appear while
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| Churchill barks a strict command into a box of toy commandos. |
| «Behave in
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| Class!"(for inner peace…)
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| Screen turns blank. |
| Blank faces scream for action because they’ve paid to
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| See the dream machine — the darkest corners of another soul. |
| Where
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| Inhibitions are prohibited, and a secret is always told. |
| Where everyone’s
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| An artist and all that’s required is a pill and a pillow. |
| Lay down. |
| CREATE!
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| Lay down, CREATE! |
| Doctor finds a loose electrode and throws it at his nurse
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| Who breathes seductively down a microphone, «Stay seated… Service will
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| Resume in seconds — here’s some music while we find the fault. |
| You caught
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| Us napping. |
| Get it? |
| Get it? |
| No-one laughs. |
| But no-one leaves as lights go
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| Down and screen turns orange… lovers walking through a meadow. |
| Sunset.
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| Picking apples. |
| Love’s young dream on the dream machine!
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| A technicolour evesdrop in private land where wishes turn to promises and
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| Dead men spring to life. |
| Brighter. |
| Bigger. |
| Fearless… Fun for all the
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| Family — at the dreamies… who is playing 'Sleepy' tonight? |