No, we're gonna choose one; if you don't mind.
OK, we're gonna do Strange Days Dream til tomorrow.
This ones for Tubbis, our engineer;
Two tonnes of prime Scottish blubber, right up . . .

1, 2, hello

For she is like an empty shell, her mouth is open wide
And should you get to close to her, you'll hear the sea inside
Her voice is finer than the sand, a silent song of lies
A man could drown so sweetly in the ocean of her eyes

Deep water, grey my shade of everything today
Below the waves, the drowning voices scream and say

It's a strange days dream till tomorrow
It's a strange days dream till tomorrow
Till tomorrow

I sailed upon her sea of love for four and twenty nights
I signed up for the voyage but she took me for a ride
And when I crashed upon the rocks, she let go of my hand
And washed me up like floods upon the shore, a lonely man

Deep water, grey my shade of everything today
Below the waves, the drowning voices scream and say

It's a strange days dream till tomorrow
It's a strange days dream till tomorrow
Till tomorrow

It's a strange days dream till tomorrow
It's a strange days dream till tomorrow
It's a strange days dream till tomorrow
It's a strange days dream till tomorrow

Thankyou, it's goodnight from The Shamen now

Yeah, see you next year