WOLFPACK

'I'll show you a book of all my songs before you go. I think it's so exciting. I'm glad you're here.' He produces a folder containing all his recorded songs to date, neatly typed, with no music. Most of them stand alone as written pieces. Sometimes simple, lyrical, though never without some touch of irony. Sometimes surreal, images weaving dreamily, echoes of a mindscape that defies traditional analysis. Syd's present favourite is 'Wolfpack,' a taut, threatening, claustrophobic number.
Interview with Mick Rock in Rolling Stone

Howling the pack in formation appears
diamonds and clubs light misted fog the dead
waving us back in formation
the pack in formation

Bowling they bat as a group
and the leader is seen so early
the pack on their backs
the fighters through misty the waving
the pack in formation
far reaching waves
on sight shone right
I lay as if in surround
all enmeshing hovering
the milder I gaze
all the animals laying trail
beyond the far winds
Mild the reflecting electricity eyes, tears
The life that was ours grew sharper
and stronger away and beyond
short wheeling fresh spring
gripped with blanched bones moaned
Magnesium proverbs and sobs.

Howling the pack in formation appears
diamonds and clubs light misted fog the dead
waving us back in formation
the pack in formation.