As Long as He Lies Perfectly Still - Soft Machine

Here’s a song for Clean Machine Kevin Majorca

He’s found his own way of «live in Majorca»

Don’t walk, don’t drink

Don’t talk, just think

Heaven on Earth he’ll get there soon

Kevin’s highly unlikely to get ill

At least as long as he lies perfectly still

He eats brown rice and fish — how nice

Heaven on Earth, he’ll get there soon

Good and bad go so well together in his tunes

He wrote a song and called it the weather — or not

He’s Lucky or Pozzo, Estragon and Vladimir

Waiting for something that’s already there

Heaven on Earth or is it the moon?

Why, why, why is he sleeping?

Why is the trumpeter weeping?

Kevin maybe asking to get back into my dreams

His voice is so weak now and the customers are screaming

Heavens above, we can’t hear what you’re saying

We’ve got something to tell you

Hold on we wanted to thrill you

Reckons it’s so nice and it will make you feel better

Something in the nature of a Lullabye Letter

Kevin on Earth there’ll be one

Kevin on Earth make room for one

Kevin himself he’ll be in Kevin on Earth, be here

Or you could be now

Or is he found, in Herne Bay…