The Sunday Song – Octopus by 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 cackling at every plate we break cracked by scattered needles the little minute gong coughs and clears his throat madam you see before you stand hey … Continue reading The Sunday Song – Octopus by Syd Barrett
