As Long As He Lies Perfectly Still Lyrics - Live At The Paradiso, 1969 - Soft Machine

Here's a song for 'clean machine Kevin Majorca' 

He's found his own way of 'live in Majorca' 

Don't walk, don't drink 

Don't talk, just think 

Heaven on Earth he'll get there soon 

Kevin's highly unlikely to get ill 

At least as long as he lies perfectly still 

He eats brown rice and fish - how nice 

Heaven on Earth, he'll get there soon 

Good and bad go so well together in his tunes 

He wrote a song and called it the weather - or not 

He's Lucky or Pozzo, Estragon and Vladimir 

Waiting for something that's already there 

Heaven on Earth or is it the moon? 

Why, why, why is he sleeping? 

Why is the trumpeter weeping? 

Kevin maybe asking to get back into my dreams 

His voice is so weak now and the customers are screaming 

Heavens above, we can't hear what you're saying 

We've got something to tell you 

Hold on we wanted to thrill you 

Reckons it's so nice and it will make you feel better 

Something in the nature of a Lullabye Letter 

Kevin on Earth there'll be one 

Kevin on Earth make room for one 

Kevin himself he'll be in 

Kevin on Earth, be here 

Or you could be now 

Or is he found, in Herne Bay...