SOFT MACHINE - AS LONG AS HE LIES PERFECTLY STILL Lyrics

Here's a song for 'clean machine Kevin Majorca'He's found his own way of 'live in Majorca'Don't walk, don't drinkDon't talk, just thinkHeaven on Earth he'll get there soonKevin's highly unlikely to get illAt least as long as he lies perfectly stillHe eats brown rice and fish - how niceHeaven on Earth, he'll get there soonGood and bad go so well together in his tunesHe wrote a song and called it the weather - or notHe's Lucky or Pozzo, Estragon and VladimirWaiting for something that's already thereHeaven 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 dreamsHis voice is so weak now and the customers are screamingHeavens above, we can't hear what you're sayingWe've got something to tell youHold on we wanted to thrill youReckons it's so nice and it will make you feel betterSomething in the nature of a Lullabye LetterKevin on Earth there'll be oneKevin on Earth make room for oneKevin himself he'll be inKevin on Earth, be hereOr you could be nowOr is he found, in Herne Bay...