Incredible String Band The Head Lyrics

The Head Lyrics

Only a palace with interior doors 

 Well painted well gargoyled with multiple floors 

 Two windows let free this projector machine 

 and the magical world here appears on the screen 

 My servants attend me with tricks of the senses 

 The past and the future and similar tenses 

 and on platters of air they convey me my measure 

 both gladness and sorrow, I lack not for treasure 

  

 The lord and his lady are seated within 

 In the court of the mind where the song does begin 

 The song is as fine is as fine is as follows 

 The song does continue through measureless hollows 

 that sink from the level of personal being 

 through caverns of darkness where dragons 

 are dwelling 

  

 The mountains above them are raised at my calling 

 Where the apples are ripe or the rain is a-falling 

  

 In ships of white vision I sail the horizon 

 where three spinners stand beyond the 

 horizon under the tree of the apples of beauty 

 I watch them arranging my days and tomorrows 

 The song is as fine is as fine as it follows 

  

 I stood on the beach where the moon was a-curling 

 Laughed on the wings of the sea birds calling 

 I loved when sweet Venus a lover did bring me 

 I cried when sweet Saturn and Jupiter moved us 

 and all of my servants were fighting their brothers 

 And the lord and the lady they hated each other 

 Till the spinners arose with their work on their fingers 

 Commanding the presence of Heavenly singers 

 That spoke of the silence so soon to be coming 

 When all would be still in the wonderful palace 

 The peace is not stillness but peacefully changing 

 This hope is the hope of the man on the gallows 

 The song is as fine is as fine is as follows 

  

 The infant I was in the womb of my mother 

 White sperm I was in the loins of my father 

 Before that I swam in the oceans of nowhere 

 Where the fish are as fine as the colour of colours 

 Where waves are the message of centuries rolling 

 Where wind is the breath of the Holy Creator 

 Where no ship sails but only the ocean 

 Where all the rivers grow mighty with showing 

 And crowned with the gifts of the myriad valleys 

 Return with a sigh to the sea of the coming 

 Forever and ever and ever and ever be glad O be 

 Glad for the song has no ending