The Moon in the Dunes

The seduction scene from Night of the Crabs originally had slightly different, more, er, explicit words. So I dropped them as I am a fearful prude. Even though I'd written them in the first place. The replacement words are better anyway, giving the song a time and a place and adding a sense of verisimilitude. To a song about giant crabs attacking the Welsh coast.



You caught me off guard,
Keeping watch in the dunes,
And already my cords,
Are playing a tune,
A sensual samba,
A straight tarantella,
So tell me Pat,
Do you have a fella?

...Oh that's right he left you

We make love under,
The moon in June,
The moon is above,
And I, I am under you,
Isn't it sad that,
The the sand is abrasive,
And just like the crabs,
So very invasive,

One moment of bliss,
With the cosmos we're one,
I light up a cigarette,
And think, well that was fun,
We lie there in awe,
Barely daring to speak,
And I wonder how,
Tottenham Hotspur,
Are doing this week,

...Terry Neil's past his peak,


We make love under,
The moon in June,
The moon is above,
And I, I am under you,
Isn't it sad that,
The the sand is abrasive,
And just like the crabs,
So very invasive,