A chrome Zone in a Powder Park
Legendary Pink Dots
Chemical Playschool 8 (1995)

Down below the apple tree, washed out by the
blood flood, head - down in the daisy patch... it
was still - born in the mud. Three tiny hands were
stretching, longing for a breats - but it wasn't
there. Eight baby lips were puckered, antennae
in the air. Nothing there! Mummy took her lover
by his green and purple claw, quite resigned.
"let's try once more - a second time! Lets try
once more..." (Practice makes perfect, don't you
know...)