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Robert Wyatt
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Blues In Bob Minor
Lyricist:Robert Wyatt
Roger's in the archive looking up casement Martha's in the government, digging up the basement Rebel into representative for the voter Shadow back hencher couldn't get a word in
Turned up anyway, issue's burning All consuming drinks in the cabinet Spent a lot of time just examining the building Drinks on the house, you must be joking
Corridors of power cuts, toy, telephone bills Long time no see, underneath the floorboard Looking for the roots of the family treetops Toe's in the water but you've only got ten
Fingers in the eel pie poke around tip top Tunneling a wormhole Eartha Kitty catfish Meadow brown peacock pupa larva caterpillar
Hibernate in winter of our discotheque No end in sight, more like a spiral coil Or curler, just unwinding very slowly Revealing endless disappearing pipelines
Genuflecting bowing deeply It don't take a weather girl to see Where the wind is blowing What the wind is bending
Isobars are opening, sex to midnight Cabinet shuffling homeward bound taking A detour rendezvous do chapel in the valley
Of the blown up doll that's not Martha Shunting in a siding, she got homework Up to here Roger's in the footnotes Up to his elbows
Verse and chapter disinterred Borrowing a bookcase don't come easy Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com The weight of the evidence in parenthesis Beggars tightly furled belief
Heads on blockabeater repetition on the line Shell shock super troopers whirl banking oil palm Intercontinental drift over the rainbow
Over the sea to ska rocker skin tone Hirsute missed a link and that's not all That he got missing Inna thousand years Of orthotoxic waste disposal, God proposal
Jealous sky, whatever is a girl to do To break the service in its tried and tested And found wanting state of Oh, boy network stewardship?
Little Johnny Aardvark never hurt nobody Martha friend and Roger too Tone down a little sotto voce some tall order Given that four minutes seems eternity time
In the bushed up world of waspish V signs A sides sui C side salads of the bad young B sides What's the point of digging deeper just to lay The ghost of Sala Hal-Din Yusuf ibn Ayyub?
'Don't give up' the dead man cried There's more of us than there of you Soon you'll all be on our side forever more Or Lester Young died, fat girl also blowing
All the blues away, side dust ain't just dust Trust us like we live forever Broken loose from gray stone tether
Keep on tiptoe through the archive We are dead but you are alive Martha yes and Roger too Until you let the gringos grind you down
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