Should have posted this when I bought it.
Posting it now.
The soup thickened, as soup will. In amongst its mass, nematoads appeared, well, evolved, well, agglomerated, well… language really is fucking limited. Anywho, there they were and they had this idea, well actually, this idea had them, and thats why seemed to have such purpose about them. Generations and generations of them, they conceived of things and they participated in the events and they renumerated their memories and still the idea stayed constant, and eventually the idea got what it wanted and wondered what to do next? It was at a loss. And the nematoads grew fewer and fewer, sparser and sparser, though the soup looked a little thinner, it was still recognisably soup. So maybe the idea came before the means to achieve it? What am I, some kind of answer peddler? I just say it as I haphazardly think it up on the spot.
Of course, when I say classics, I mean my kind of classics.
Sometimes, it’s time for the classics.
I read somewhere that this might not actually be originally from 1973 but was made up to be like that.
But you can read all sorts of things on the internet, and in 100 years time it won’t matter anyway. Just listen to the music.
(edited because I found it on Bandcamp)