DESCRIPTION:
Obscure Krautrock
(1971)
It was morning, the dew was lying on the grass.
Two young men were suspended in a cask.
Both the dew wasnorthern dew with blots.

And the day began like everyday:
Tudors starved their wives.
And the day was a day like everyday.
Noone boiled but me.

My eyes had vanished from my hands-
where are they now?
A strange dust fell from my face-
where is it now?

And the evening began like every evening:
My squirrels flew like they'd done before.
Their foggy herdsmen made them die.
I circulated while I knew:
Tomorrow it's me who's gonna die.