Авторы: Mike Ratledge, Robert Wyatt, Kevin Ayers
It begins with a blessing And it ends with a curse; Making life easy, By making it worse; My mask is my master, The trumpeter weeps, But his voice is so weak As he speaks from his sleep, saying Why, why, why, why are we sleeping! People are watching, People who stare; Waiting for something Thats already there. Tomorrow Ill find it , The trumpeter screams, And remembers hes hungry And drowns in his dreams, saying Why, why, why, why are we sleeping! My head is a nightclub With glasses and wine; The customers dancing Or just making time; While daevid is cursing The customers scream! Now everyones shouting, "get out of my dreams!"