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Time travel, the avant-garde, sex and ancient Rome I was walking down a road towards a lighthouse in Japan When I passed a man wearing the mask of a black horse And followed him astonished to an old abandoned fort A group of alien immigrants had pitched their camp up there Playing wild guitars and making images with fire Hiding their identities with fur and wood and glue Each wore a mask of Bebko and now I wear one too The man wearing the horse mask really frightened me I sensed that he was luring me to a place I shouldn't be And then down by a rockpool, as I walked back to the shore I glimpsed my own reflection and the horse's head I wore I understand the whole thing now but it's too late for me Never play with aliens or with your identity I tell you this to save you, if you know what's good for you Shun the masks of Bebko, or you will wear one too