SOFT MACHINE - MOON IN JUNE (VERSãO ESPECIAL PARA O PROGRAMA TOP GEAR, DA BBC) Lyrics

I can still rememberThe last time we played on Top GearAnd though each little songWas less than three minutes longMike squeezed a solo in... somehowAnd although we like our longer tunesIt seemed polite to cut them downTo little bits - they might be hitsWho gives an... after all?Tell me how would you feelIn the place of John Peel?You just can't pleaseall of the musicians all the timePlaying now is lovelyHere in the BBCWe're free to play almost as long and as loudAs a jazz group, or an orchestra on Radio ThreeThere are dancehalls and theatresWith acoustics worse than hereNot forgetting the extra facilitiesSuch as the tea machine, just along the corridorSo to all our mates like Kevin,Caravan, the old Pink FloydAllow me to recommend 'Top Gear'Despite its extraordinary nameYes, playing, playing now is lovelyHere in the BBCWe're free to play almost as long and as loudAs the foreign language classes... and the John Cage interview...and the jazz groups... and the orchestras on Radio 3 Pop stars drink each others' winePlough each others' earthHoping for companionshipAnd then perhaps rebirthPlant seeds in fresher plots of earthBound up in concepts and dreamsAnd fears of worse things to comeThey never doThey stay the sameMusic-making stillPerforms a normal functionBackground noise for peopleEating and talking and drinking and smokingThat's all right by usDon't think that we're complainingAfter all it's only leisure time, isn't it?I could almost sing this songIn a nice tone of voiceIf I had to, I'd be glad toIt's awfully nice to be hereSo let's open the beers and get tipsyWe'd be mad toBut if you sound refinedYou just can't blow the mind of a kiddyOr a young ladyAnd if you come from the sunYou just can't fool a mum into thinkingThat you're alright, reallySo before this feeling diesRemember, I could be telling liesNow, I love your eyesSee how the time fliesI think it's so greatYou seem to change your fateBy working and playingSomething new in every wayCan be yours in a dayBut I wonder what I'm really sayingSo just before this feeling diesRemember I may be telling liesFalsehoodsWhite liesAdvertsIdle chatBanterHalf-truthsRumoursAnd just lies, plain lies...I shan't say...One more word...So instead... I'll play drums...