Shine on Brightly

(Brooker / Reid)

My Prussian-blue electric clock's alarm bell rings, it will not stop and

I can see no end in sight and search in vain by candlelight for some long road that goes nowhere for some signpost that is not there

And even my befuddled brain is shining brightly, quite insane

The chandelier is in full swing as gifts for me the three kings bring of myrrh and frankincense,

I'm told, and fat old

Buddhas carved in gold

And though it seems they smile with glee

I know in truth they envy me and watch as my befuddled brain shines on brightly quite insane

Above all else confusion reigns

And though

I ask no-one explains

My eunuch friend has been and gone

He said that

I must soldier on

And though the

Ferris wheel spins round my tongue it seems has run aground and croaks as my befuddled brain shines on brightly, quite insane