"giant bloodshot eyeball", p14

[Michael Bailey]

 alice wellintown

> And it's getting late and you're late,  you're late,  and you're not
> gettin any younger ...Run Rabbit, Rabbit Rich, Rabbit Run,  Dig that
> hole forget the Sun...dig it, dig it, dig it, dig a pony...ride a
> painted pony ...that Jones you're keepin up with he just ran away with
> that Alice.

(not crazy about anything after Ummagumma, but every rule has its exceptions)
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
(a-and then,
http://tinyurl.com/mvfkel )