Henry Cow - Bad Alchemy текст песни

I dream Hermaphrodite and I sit up all night
Our eyes on the horizon of a wobbling bowl.
Heads in hands we ponder dregs
the bowl contains
a liquid's left putrescence
after being drained.
(What we feel we have to solve
is why the dregs have not dissolved)
When I wake I wonder what it means;
am I bad alchemy? It seems
I image Self unmixed, a risk,
in a dish for drinking
Fluid with a strongly stinking sediment –
is that what it meant?
Am I hermaphrodite?
Neither one nor quite the other?
(What we feel we have to solve
is why the dregs have not dissolved)