She Spent A Fortune On Lipstick On Me

She spent a fortune on lipstick on me
A pig was impaled beneath the floorboards
The palace retainers turn face-to-the-wall
My daughter Maud fell to the ground in fear
We left his name carved in a corner stone
In the face of death he experienced desire
They threw the switch on the Radnorshire hillside
Serpents slid from the folds in the curtains
A shaman was peddling The Book Of The Dead
Sinking into the vertiginous mire
Through the mist of a pavilion of lies
This is my private beach
This is my Jetsam

from The Odes – Live