Following its initial publication in cereal form, this exposition on the muse was thought to have been lost, the author having inadvertently eaten his own words for breakfast one morning when he forgot to put on his glasses. Nothing is more certain, though, than the regurgitation of indigestible ideas, and so we are now proud to present this slender volume, comprising: a putatively 'Pataphysical (more or less unreadable) four-fold rupture on the practice and perfection of song-wrighting; the lyrics to 68 songs by a band you've probably never heard of; and lots and lots and lots of beautiful pictures. Well worth a punt, I reckon, and cheap at half the price. Not so sure? Ah, go on, you know you want to....