Masks of Bebko - Momus

Time travel, the avant-garde, sex and ancient Rome

I was walking down a road towards a lighthouse in Japan

When I passed a man wearing the mask of a black horse

And followed him astonished to an old abandoned fort

A group of alien immigrants had pitched their camp up there

Playing wild guitars and making images with fire

Hiding their identities with fur and wood and glue

Each wore a mask of Bebko and now I wear one too

The man wearing the horse mask really frightened me

I sensed that he was luring me to a place I shouldn’t be

And then down by a rockpool, as I walked back to the shore

I glimpsed my own reflection and the horse’s head I wore

I understand the whole thing now but it’s too late for me

Never play with aliens or with your identity

I tell you this to save you, if you know what’s good for you

Shun the masks of Bebko, or you will wear one too