Ashen needles and torn posters glue
themselves to the floor of UFO Club
No standing building to speak of,
but the particles remain scattered
The day the music died—an asteroid
fell to Earth, bridging the sound barrier
A glow-in-the-dark astronaut dances
on the dash of David Gilmour’s car
He remembers Syd Barrett sitting
in front of the stage; a crazy diamond
I am a martian on this gobstopper,
ROYGBIV / Richard went to Spain
Courtenay's Corner 