Julie Felix, Brain Blood Volume,
Changes, Fontana records, 1966
It was lost and now it's found again
Don't drive it underground again
Brain blood volume
They call it love and heaven above
Some take it for the hell of it
That's sugarlack
Brain blood volume
It's you, it's me, it's good. Understood?
Brain blood volume.
It's what the poets have written for
Painters have painted for
Priests have prayed for
Prisons have filled for
Soldiers have killed for
Brain blood volume
It's what the holes have been through for
Oceans are still for
Holes will be drilled for
Brain blood volume
It's what the pipes have been smoked for
Witches have been cloaked for
Headstands have been done for
The whole thing was begun for
It's what the world was made for
The price must be paid for
Brain blood volume