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Little Red Record
1972
Matching Mole
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What is brown, goes in the ground,
is myopic?
What is brown, goes in the ground,
is myopic?
It's the mole!
NAN TRUE'S HOLE |
Robert Wyatt / Phil Miller |
There's a place where I can run away
just for little holiday
in the house of a friend we know
we know we never go
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Illustration : Jean-Michel Marchetti |
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RIGHTEOUS RHUMBA
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Robert Wyatt / Phil Miller |
Look, see the people at the top
Come down the right hand lane
In Belgium, Greece and Portugal
In France and sunny Spain
My radical cheek is soft and meek
But I'll kill if I must
I'd rather have the Chinese here
Than Europe on me thrust
I'd rather have the Chinese here
Than Europe on me thrust
You may say I'm muddled up
Should stick to chords and tunes
But he shan't stay there
While he lives in fear of rich and pompous goons
But he shan't stay there
While he lives in fear of rich and pompous goons
A home for the warm and a home for the wonderful!
I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours!
A home for the warm and a home for the wonderful!
I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours!
GLORIA GLOOM |
Robert Wyatt / Bill MacCormick |
Like so many of you
I've got my doubts about
how much to contributet to the already rich among us
How long can I pretend (that) music's more relevant than
fighting for a socialist world
Someone watching us knows I'm bad
Black plastic along blue black wall
Small square
for faces
Where dead men can look through
Run along and see the prison bath
Throw a stone across an empty road
You and your friend will be found
Outside the daydream
I've woken up to watch you sleep
GOD SONG |
Robert Wyatt / Phil Miller |
What on Earth are you doing, god?
Is this some sort of joke you're playing?
Is it 'cause we didn't pray?
Well
I can't see the point of the words
without the action Are you just hot air
breathing over us? and over all
Is it fun watching us all
where's your son we want him again
Next time you send your boy down here
give him some wife and some sexy daughter
someone we can understand
who's got some ideas we can use really relate to
We've all read your rules-tried them
Learned them in schools. Then tried them.
They're impossible rules You've made us look
fools Well done god
but now please
Don't hunt me down for Heaven's sake
You know I'm only joking aren't I
Pardon me I'm very drunk but I
know what I'm trying to say
And it's nearly night-time
and we're still alone waiting for
something unknown Still waiting
So throw down a stone or something
Give us a sign, for christ's sake
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