The Spoonbill Generator presents
The N+7 Machine
Original Text: Lennon/McCartney, "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds"
Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green,
Towering over your head.
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes,
And she's gone.
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Lucy in the sky with diamonds,
Ah... Ah...
Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain,
Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies.
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers,
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the back with your head in the clouds,
And you're gone.
Picture yourself on a train in a station,
With plasticine porters with looking glass ties.
Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile,
The girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
N+1
Piddle yourself in a boater on a rivet,
With tangle treetops and marmoset skydivers.
Somebody calls you, you ant quite slowly,
A girlfriend with kangaroo eyeballs.
Cement flowerbeds of yellow and green,
Towering over your headache.
Look for the girlfriend with the sunbather in her eyeballs,
And she's gone.
Lucy in the skydiver with diapers,
Lucy in the skydiver with diapers,
Lucy in the skydiver with diapers,
Ah... Ah...
Follow her down-and-out to a bridgehead by a four-poster,
Where rocking horsefly pepper eat marsupial pieces.
Everyone smirks as you drifter past the flowerbeds,
That grow so incredibly high.
Newspaperman taxicabs appear on the shoreline,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the backbench with your headache in the cloudbursts,
And you're gone.
Piddle yourself on a trainee in a stationer,
With plate portfolios with looking glasshouse tiers.
Suddenly someone is there at the turntable,
The girlfriend with kangaroo eyeballs.
N+2
Pidgin yourself in a boathouse on a rivulet,
With tango treks and maroon skylarks.
Somebody calls you, you antagonist quite slowly,
A giro with kayak eyebrows.
Cemetery flowerings of yellow and green,
Towering over your headband.
Look for the giro with the sunbeam in her eyebrows,
And she's gone.
Lucy in the skylark with diaphragms,
Lucy in the skylark with diaphragms,
Lucy in the skylark with diaphragms,
Ah... Ah...
Follow her downer to a bridle by a foursome,
Where rocking horseman peppercorn eat mart piers.
Everyone smithys as you drill past the flowerings,
That grow so incredibly high.
Newsreel taxidermists appear on the shortage,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the backbencher with your headband in the clouts,
And you're gone.
Pidgin yourself on a trainer in a stationmaster,
With plateau portholes with looking glaze tiffs.
Suddenly someone is there at the turquoise,
The giro with kayak eyebrows.
N+3
Pie yourself in a boatman on a roach,
With tank trelliss and marquee skylights.
Somebody calls you, you antecedent quite slowly,
A girth with kebab eyefuls.
Cenotaph flowerpots of yellow and green,
Towering over your headboard.
Look for the girth with the sunbonnet in her eyefuls,
And she's gone.
Lucy in the skylight with diarists,
Lucy in the skylight with diarists,
Lucy in the skylight with diarists,
Ah... Ah...
Follow her downgrade to a brief by a fowl,
Where rocking horseshoe peppermint eat marten pierces.
Everyone smocks as you drink past the flowerpots,
That grow so incredibly high.
Newsroom taxonomies appear on the shortcoming,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the backbone with your headboard in the cloves,
And you're gone.
Pie yourself on a training in a statistic,
With plateful porticos with looking gleam tigers.
Suddenly someone is there at the turret,
The girth with kebab eyefuls.
N+4
Piece yourself in a boatswain on a road,
With tankard tremolos and marquis skylines.
Somebody calls you, you antechamber quite slowly,
A glacier with keel eyelashes.
Censor flues of yellow and green,
Towering over your headdress.
Look for the glacier with the sunburn in her eyelashes,
And she's gone.
Lucy in the skyline with diaries,
Lucy in the skyline with diaries,
Lucy in the skyline with diaries,
Ah... Ah...
Follow her downpour to a briefcase by a fox,
Where rocking horsewhip perambulator eat martin pierrots.
Everyone smogs as you drinker past the flues,
That grow so incredibly high.
Newt taxpayers appear on the shortfall,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the backcloth with your headdress in the clowns,
And you're gone.
Piece yourself on a traipse in a statistician,
With platform portions with looking glen tightropes.
Suddenly someone is there at the turtle,
The glacier with keel eyelashes.
N+5
Pier yourself in a bob on a roadblock,
With tanker tremors and marriage skyscrapers.
Somebody calls you, you antedate quite slowly,
A glade with keen eyelets.
Censure fluffs of yellow and green,
Towering over your header.
Look for the glade with the sundae in her eyelets,
And she's gone.
Lucy in the skyscraper with diatribes,
Lucy in the skyscraper with diatribes,
Lucy in the skyscraper with diatribes,
Ah... Ah...
Follow her downturn to a briefing by a foxglove,
Where rocking horsewoman percentage eat martinet pigs.
Everyone smokes as you drinking past the fluffs,
That grow so incredibly high.
Nib teas appear on the shortie,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the backdrop with your header in the clubs,
And you're gone.
Pier yourself on a trait in a statistics,
With platitude portmanteaus with looking glide tigresses.
Suddenly someone is there at the turtledove,
The glade with keen eyelets.
N+6
Pierce yourself in a bobbin on a roadhog,
With tanner trenches and marrow slabs.
Somebody calls you, you antelope quite slowly,
A gladiator with keeper eyelids.
Census fluids of yellow and green,
Towering over your heading.
Look for the gladiator with the sundial in her eyelids,
And she's gone.
Lucy in the slab with dices,
Lucy in the slab with dices,
Lucy in the slab with dices,
Ah... Ah...
Follow her dowry to a brier by a foxhole,
Where rocking hose perception eat martyr pigeons.
Everyone smokers as you drip past the fluids,
That grow so incredibly high.
Nicety teacakes appear on the shorty,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the backer with your heading in the clubhouses,
And you're gone.
Pierce yourself on a traitor in a statue,
With platoon portraits with looking glider tildes.
Suddenly someone is there at the turtleneck,
The gladiator with keeper eyelids.
N+7
Pierrot yourself in a bobble on a roadhouse,
With tannery trends and marsh slackers.
Somebody calls you, you antenatal quite slowly,
A glance with keepsake eye-openers.
Cent flukes of yellow and green,
Towering over your headlamp.
Look for the glance with the sundry in her eye-openers,
And she's gone.
Lucy in the slacker with dichotomies,
Lucy in the slacker with dichotomies,
Lucy in the slacker with dichotomies,
Ah... Ah...
Follow her dowse to a brig by a foxhound,
Where rocking hospice perch eat marvel piggeries.
Everyone smokestacks as you drive past the flukes,
That grow so incredibly high.
Niche teaches appear on the shot,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the backfire with your headlamp in the clues,
And you're gone.
Pierrot yourself on a trajectory in a statuette,
With platter portrayals with looking glimmer tiles.
Suddenly someone is there at the tusk,
The glance with keepsake eye-openers.
N+8
Pig yourself in a bobby on a roadside,
With tantrum trend-setters and marshal slags.
Somebody calls you, you antenna quite slowly,
A gland with keg eyepieces.
Centaur flunks of yellow and green,
Towering over your headland.
Look for the gland with the sunflower in her eyepieces,
And she's gone.
Lucy in the slag with dickies,
Lucy in the slag with dickies,
Lucy in the slag with dickies,
Ah... Ah...
Follow her doyen to a brigade by a foyer,
Where rocking hospital percolate eat mascot piggies.
Everyone smokings as you drive-in past the flunks,
That grow so incredibly high.
Nick teachers appear on the shotgun,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the background with your headland in the clumps,
And you're gone.
Pig yourself on a tram in a status,
With playbill poses with looking glimmering tills.
Suddenly someone is there at the tussle,
The gland with keg eyepieces.
N+9
Pigeon yourself in a bobsled on a roadster,
With tap trespasses and marshland slaloms.
Somebody calls you, you anteroom quite slowly,
A glare with kennel eyesores.
Centenarian flunkeys of yellow and green,
Towering over your headlight.
Look for the glare with the sunhat in her eyesores,
And she's gone.
Lucy in the slalom with dictates,
Lucy in the slalom with dictates,
Lucy in the slalom with dictates,
Ah... Ah...
Follow her doyenne to a brigadier by a fraction,
Where rocking host percolator eat mash piggybacks.
Everyone smooches as you drivel past the flunkeys,
That grow so incredibly high.
Nickel teachings appear on the shoulder,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the backhand with your headlight in the clunks,
And you're gone.
Pigeon yourself on a tramline in a statute,
With playboy posers with looking glimpse tillers.
Suddenly someone is there at the tussock,
The glare with kennel eyesores.
N+10
Piggery yourself in a bobsleigh on a roadway,
With tape trespassers and marshmallow slams.
Somebody calls you, you anthem quite slowly,
A glass with kerb eyewashes.
Centenary flurries of yellow and green,
Towering over your headline.
Look for the glass with the sunlight in her eyewashes,
And she's gone.
Lucy in the slam with dictations,
Lucy in the slam with dictations,
Lucy in the slam with dictations,
Ah... Ah...
Follow her doze to a brigand by a fracture,
Where rocking hostage percussionist eat mask piglets.
Everyone smooths as you driver past the flurries,
That grow so incredibly high.
Nickname teacups appear on the shovel,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the backhander with your headline in the clusters,
And you're gone.
Piggery yourself on a trammel in a stave,
With player poseurs with looking glint timbers.
Suddenly someone is there at the tutor,
The glass with kerb eyewashes.
N+11
Piggy yourself in a bod on a roam,
With taper tresses and marsupial slanders.
Somebody calls you, you anthology quite slowly,
A glasshouse with kerchief eyewitnesses.
Centennial flushes of yellow and green,
Towering over your headman.
Look for the glasshouse with the sunrise in her eyewitnesses,
And she's gone.
Lucy in the slander with dictators,
Lucy in the slander with dictators,
Lucy in the slander with dictators,
Ah... Ah...
Follow her dozen to a bright by a fragment,
Where rocking hostel peregrination eat masochist pigments.
Everyone smoothies as you driveway past the flushes,
That grow so incredibly high.
Niece teals appear on the shovelful,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the backing with your headman in the clutches,
And you're gone.
Piggy yourself on a tramp in a stay-at-home,
With playground posits with looking glisten times.
Suddenly someone is there at the tutorial,
The glasshouse with kerchief eyewitnesses.
N+12
Piggyback yourself in a bodice on a roan,
With tapestry trestles and mart slants.
Somebody calls you, you anthropoid quite slowly,
A glaze with kerfuffle eyries.
Centilitre flusters of yellow and green,
Towering over your headmaster.
Look for the glaze with the sunroof in her eyries,
And she's gone.
Lucy in the slant with dictatorships,
Lucy in the slant with dictatorships,
Lucy in the slant with dictatorships,
Ah... Ah...
Follow her drab to a brim by a fragrance,
Where rocking hostess perennial eat mason pigpens.
Everyone smothers as you driving past the flusters,
That grow so incredibly high.
Nigger teams appear on the showcase,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the backlog with your headmaster in the clutters,
And you're gone.
Piggyback yourself on a trample in a steak,
With playhouse positions with looking glitter timekeepers.
Suddenly someone is there at the tutu,
The glaze with kerfuffle eyries.
N+13
Piglet yourself in a bodkin on a roar,
With tapeworm triads and marten slaps.
Somebody calls you, you antibiotic quite slowly,
A gleam with kernel fables.
Centimetre flutes of yellow and green,
Towering over your headmistress.
Look for the gleam with the sunset in her fables,
And she's gone.
Lucy in the slap with dictionaries,
Lucy in the slap with dictionaries,
Lucy in the slap with dictionaries,
Ah... Ah...
Follow her drachma to a brimstone by a frail,
Where rocking hostility perfectionist eat masquerade pigsties.
Everyone smoulders as you drizzle past the flutes,
That grow so incredibly high.
Night team-mates appear on the showdown,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the backpack with your headmistress in the coaches,
And you're gone.
Piglet yourself on a trampoline in a steam,
With playlet posses with looking gloat timepieces.
Suddenly someone is there at the tuxedo,
The gleam with kernel fables.
N+14
Pigment yourself in a body on a roast,
With tapir trials and martin slashes.
Somebody calls you, you antibody quite slowly,
A glen with kestrel fabrics.
Centipede flutists of yellow and green,
Towering over your headphone.
Look for the glen with the sunshade in her fabrics,
And she's gone.
Lucy in the slash with dictums,
Lucy in the slash with dictums,
Lucy in the slash with dictums,
Ah... Ah...
Follow her draft to a briquette by a frailty,
Where rocking hotbed perforation eat mass pigtails.
Everyone smudges as you dromedary past the flutists,
That grow so incredibly high.
Nightcap teamsters appear on the shower,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the backside with your headphone in the coach-and-fours,
And you're gone.
Pigment yourself on a tramway in a steamer,
With playmate possessions with looking glob timers.
Suddenly someone is there at the twang,
The glen with kestrel fabrics.
N+15
Pigpen yourself in a bodyguard on a roasting,
With tappet triangles and martinet slats.
Somebody calls you, you anticlimax quite slowly,
A glide with ketch fabrications.
Centre flutters of yellow and green,
Towering over your headquarters.
Look for the glide with the sunshine in her fabrications,
And she's gone.
Lucy in the slat with diehards,
Lucy in the slat with diehards,
Lucy in the slat with diehards,
Ah... Ah...
Follow her draftee to a bristle by a frame,
Where rocking hotel performance eat massacre pikes.
Everyone smugglers as you drone past the flutters,
That grow so incredibly high.
Nightclub teapots appear on the showing,
Waiting to take you away.
Climb in the backwater with your headquarters in the coachmen,
And you're gone.
Pigpen yourself on a trance in a steamroller,
With playoff possessives with looking globe timeservers.
Suddenly someone is there at the tweak,
The glide with ketch fabrications.
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