Feel how the Greater [bad word] Rejoice and, in rejoicing, die
Melt in the music of the [bad word] 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.