Summer's Cauldron - XTC

Drowning here in Summer’s Cauldron

Under mats of flower lava

Please don’t pull me out this is how I would want to go Breathing in the boiling butter

Fruit of sweating golden inca

Please don’t heed my shout I’m relax in the undertow

When Miss Moon lays down

And Sir Sun stands up Me I’m found floating round and round

Like a bug in brandy

In this big bronze cup

Drowning here in Summer’s Cauldron

Trees are dancing drunk with nectar

Grass is waving underwater

Please don’t pull me out this is how I would want to go Insect bomber Buddhist droning

Copper chord of August’s organ

Please don’t heed my shout I’m relax in the undertow

When Miss Moon lays down

in her hilltop bed

And Sir Sun stands up raise his regal head

Me I’m found floating round and round

Like a bug in brandy

In this big bronze cup

Drowning here in Summer’s Cauldron