Quest For Bromley
(Lyrics: Moorcock, with A. Bouchard;
Music: Erickson, with A. Bouchard, A. M. Castelleno, R. Castellano, Falcone, Oxymoron, Shropshire, Wishart)

Albert Bouchard: Additional End Vocals
Doug Erickson: Acoustic & Electric Guitars
Anne Marie Castellano: Vocals
Richie Castellano: Vocals
Don Falcone: Synths, Pianos, Samples (Greek Beats)
Monty Oxymoron: Cajon, Shaker, Frying Pan
Craig Shropshire: Udu
Bridget Wishart: EWI (Choir, Bells)

A sphere full of milky fluid
Small and battered, old and used
Scorch marks on metallic sides
Traveller floats in a rubber suit

Jherek gingerly touches
Pitted metal, cracks welded over
The inventor speaks: “This machine
It’s as safe as any other”

“You are a martyr Jherek”
Lady Charlotina sighs
“You may perish in the service
Of temporal exploration”

“You’ll be remembered a hero
Crucified tempestuous time traveller
A Casanova of the Chrononauts
Upon the cross of time”

In his right hand she presses
A translation pill
In his left 
A crushed rose of bluish-green

“Speed through the hours my Horus
Through the days and months and centuries”

“As Hitler sped to Eva
As Oscar sped to Bosie (’boysie’)
On, on, I am moved, I am entranced
Like Von Beck when he touched
The Holey Pale
I am faint with rapture”

The instruments float in the fluid
A dial comes to life, red and green
Then two more, blue and yellow
Faster faster white lights flashing

And then a gurgling noise
Liquid becoming darker

He feels pain, and tries to scream
He’s on his way
He passes out