Love comes and goes around and round and round
On the record player, each scratch and hiss
Symbolically augmenting the sound
But does ‘Revelation’ end with a kiss
And if so, is it bestowed by Judas?
Dylan’s coming up next, appropriately
Best going straight to the track, ‘Outlaw Blues’
And then it will be time to sail the sea
Across to ‘Crucifixion Lane’ with the
Procol Harum crew, fixing to die, bound
To the mast, spinning towards nemesis
Faster into the vortex, each LP
Wise words or druggie nonsense they expound
Conquistadors of time, space and abyss
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