This Is My Private Beach, This Is My Jetsam

"She spent a fortune on lipstick on me A pig was impaled beneath the floorboards The palace retainers turn face-to-the-wall My daughter Maud fell to the ground in fear We left his name carved in a corner stone In the face of death he experienced desire They threw the switch on the Radnorshire hillside Serpents slid from the folds in the curtains A shaman was peddling The Book Of The Dead Sinking into the vertiginous mire Through the mist of a pavilion of lies This is my private beach This is my Jetsam" Ted Milton