August 30 1987…10:30 a.m.

Behind My Stall in My Boogie Box At The Reading Rock Festival, Reading England

Here I am this lonely clown sad and feeling down

        No one here to share with me where’s my jewelled crown?

The crowd outside all come to see performance that I do

        Can no one out there handle me?  Is it me or you?

Female form to snuggle up skin on skin so warm

        Someones’ lips to re-act to my mind’s in a storm

Two are here they cuddle up kiss and pet so long

        Why not me?  I do not know.  Is it I am wrong?

Bastards to the women win or so it seems to me

        Am I meant to be alone?  Is this what’s being free?

Bastard I can never be for that is not my way

        Where’s my Lady?  I need you more and more each day

Talk so long my search goes on, on the stage once more

        When I exit from the world outside I see closed door

Mysterious Lady please come soon share with me my love

        Transcending all the f*cking shit on the wings of doves

Here I am but here alone are you in the crowd?

        Will I find you being quiet or by being loud?

I feel angry and let down pissed off and all that shit

        Seems to me I’m way down low in a big dark pit

Light does not appear to me all my ways seem blocked

        Is this what I’m all about?  Mentally I’m f*cked!

Are my thoughts so different?  Are my ways so strange?

        This seems so at least to me.  Is my brain deranged?

Am I of the Human Race?  Alien maybe?

        Where’s my Lady?  I need you I hope that you need me

So once more I take the stage making people laugh

        Wish that I could laugh out loud does that seem so daft?

Up goes notice one more time will she see it now?

        I am here but where are you?  Life you are a cow

What am I to do from here?  How to find my way

        Oh my Lady please come soon please say that you’ll stay

This mans’ clown with make-up off mask of fun aside

        Underneath a mask of tears flowing like a tide

Soon the crowd will come on in is she there for me?

        Happy mask I will put on so that they can’t see

Schizophrenic?  I don’t know I am not too sure

        But I will, I know I must, search and find the door

I’ll break through all on my own booze and drugs no way

        I will not give in to them with myself I’ll stay

So my Lady if you’re there I am here for you

        Meanwhile I will keep on searching for a love so true