Bad Alchemy Songtext
von Henry Cow

I dream Hermaphrodite & I sit up
all night our eyes on the horizon
of a wobbling bowl.
Heads in hands we ponder dregs
the bowl contains
a liquid′s left putrescence
after being drained.
(What we feel we have to solve
is why the dregs have not dissolved)
When I wake I wonder what it means; am I bad alchemy? It seems
I image Self unmixed, a risk,
in a dish for drinking
Fluid with a strongly stinking
sediment - is that what it meant?
Am I hermaphrodite?
Neither one nor quite the other?
(What we feel we have to solve
is why the dregs have not dissolved)