Two or Three Spectres Peter Hammill

[Intro: Hugh Banton & Peter Hammill]
Oh, why didn't you say, more Stevie Wonder?
Haha!

[Verse 1]
"Sod the music", said the man in the suit
"I understand profit and without that, it's no use
Why don't you go away and write commercial songs;
Come back in three years, that shouldn't be too long…"
He's a joker and an acrobat
A record exec. in a Mayfair flat
With Altec speakers wall to wall
A Radford and a Revox and through it all he plays
Strictly nowhere Muzak

[Verse 2]
"Hey, listen, baby, this band's got a lot of soul…
If we can beat that out of them I see a disc of gold!
Give them an image, maybe glitter, maybe sex
Maybe outrage, maybe elegance –
How about as nervous wrecks?"
Signs up the product at two percent
Justified by vinyl shortage and the increased rent
On the yacht he has to hire to make his pitch at Midem
And all the press receptions for his business friends
Who spill their Taittinger upon the floor
While the band sip English lager just outside the door