Robyn Hitch***** LYRICS

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Robyn Hitch***** - Adoration Of The City - lyrics

Adoration of the city
Adoration of the town
With the gardens at the centre
Where the penguins stroll around
Adoration
Adoration of the city
It's your city I adore
As I lie there on my stomach
As you sprawl across the floor
Adoration, adoration
Adoration of the city
Adoration of the zones
All divided into districts
Marked with black and yellow cones
I wanna get my head around your
One-way systems
Well I'm stuck on the ring road, marooned on the beltway
I'm bumper to bumper and nose to tail
Oh baby
I see your gleaming spires but I'm out on all four tyres
Oh baby
Well it's Chocka at the Hogarth
Where the grey flyover looms
How I wish I was beside you
Where your central flower blooms
Adoration
I love your city
I love your cat
I love your button
And I love your flat
I kiss your chimneys
I walk your heels
And when you're stomping down in them you
Don't know how it feels
I wanna get my head around your
I wanna get my head around your
I wanna get my head around your
One way systems
Adoration

Robyn Hitch***** - A Globe Of Frogs (Electric Version) - lyrics

And when she feeds the flowers
Up they rise their pretty little heads
And when she waters them
They glow and smirk and smile in their beds
And in a globe of frogs, they're making love and looking on
And in a globe of frogs, they're making love and moving on
And when she walks across the floorboards
How they creak and ooze and moan(I want you)
And when she walks across the floorboards
They're so glad she's on her own
And in a globe of frogs, we lie on sack and moving on?
And in a globe of frogs, we lie on dark and saying
"Mrs. Watson, all your children have been certified insane,
And I want you."
And when the night comes down
The houses close their doors and dream of her
Their shuttered eyes are closed
Inside their curtains wrap around her form
And in a globe of frogs, we're linking tongues and moving on
And in a globe of frogs, you know what's right, you know it
"Mrs. Watson, you've been certified as good as gold,
And I want you
Yeah, I want you."
Ain't you never seen a disembodied soul before?
Ain't you never seen a soul seeking incarnation in formation?
And when she feeds the fish
They flip and jerk and wriggle in the pond (I want you)
And when she hands them things
They all perk up and nibble on her thumb
And in a globe of frogs, the moth unfurls its moistened wings
And in a globe of frogs, a soul appears, the word made flesh

Robyn Hitch***** - Agony Of Pleasure (demo) - lyrics

in agony of pleasure
i crumble to my knees
i lick your frozen treasure
you cup my furry bees
but one bee bubbles over
your fleshy brimming cup
it falls into the clover
and lands all downside up
it crawls across your stomach
not far above the food
that you are still digesting
inside your large intestine
and into your hydrangea
it draws its furry legs
you're crouching like a stranger
that aches to lay her eggs
in ecstacy of pressure
you quiver in the jam
while ***** angels measure
a piece of rotting ham
in symphonies of jelly
you play with my disease
while back across your belly
there crawl dusty bees

Robyn Hitch***** - 52 Stations - lyrics

There's fifty-two stations on the northern line
None of them is yours, one of them is mine
Most days, you'll find her in a heat haze
Looking through the sweet maze
That she calls her mind
In sorrow, not in anger
You forget the best
You remember how she was looking and then
There's a few good reasons why you're not with me
On a night like this, they're so hard to see
Baby, you left me in a whirlpool
Right out from a girls' school
What else could I see?
In sorrow not in anger
You forget the best
You remember how she was looking and then
You forget the rest
There's no use pretending we're apart
Everywhere I go, you're in my heart
One night, I hit her in the car park
Left her in the car park and I just went away
Most nights, I wish I'd never met her
I wish I could forget her
I'm better off that way
In sorrow, not in anger
Remembering it all
It's just the way I'm feeling
Like a mirror on a wall
Like a mirror on a wall
Like a mirror on a wall
Like a mirror on a wall
Like a mirror on a wall
Like a mirror on a wall

Robyn Hitch***** - A Skull, A Suitcase, And A Long Red Bottle Of Wine - lyrics

And in the evening when you fade away
The same thing happens every single day
'Cause when your dreams come true they pretty soon decay
There's nothing you can do to change your mind
You're disappearing or you're going blind
And when you're gone there won't be anything behind
Except a skull, a suitcase, and a long red bottle of wine
A skull, a suitcase, and a long red bottle of wine
You're disappearing in a purple fog
It's a machine and you're its faithful cog
You love your woman but you just don't love her dog
Which means you get a skull, a suitcase, and a long red bottle of wine
A skull, a suitcase, and a long red bottle of wine
There you go putting up no resistance
You just wander off through the town
Lock yourself out and drown
But when you're gone, does it make any difference
If there's nobody else around?
The only way up is down
The giant sun sets red behind the haze
Like a balloon that has just lost its way
You never dreamed that stuff would get you in its sway
Give me a skull, a suitcase, and a long red bottle of wine
Gimme a skull, a suitcase, and a long red bottle of wine
Give me a skull, a suitcase, and a long red bottle of wine
Give me a skull, a suitcase, and a long red bottle of wine
Red bottle of wine
Red bottle of wine
Red bottle of wine
Red bottle of wine
Red bottle of wine
Red bottle of wine
Red bottle of wine

Robyn Hitch***** - Acid Bird - lyrics

Sucking on a tap that never dries
Could you take it right between your eyes
Bending blood, bending blood
The father stood, the father's hood
Like shadow on an acid bird that etched her way across a field
So long ago, so long
Walking through the fields in summer heat
Look at all the creatures 'round your feet
Pumping blood, pumping blood
The mother's gaze, the mother gave
White ointment of an acid kiss that burned upon the lips she
gave you
So long ago, so long ago
Fun in the sun, luck in the bloodstream
Shallow bodies writhing on the grass
Fun in the sun, hair in the slipstream
Tadpoles shooting through a hollow glass
Cutting out a silhouette in dreams
Everything is older than it seems
Son of blood, son of blood
The baby shakes, the baby snakes
That crawl across the acid rings that flicker from your
corpuscles
One sunny day, one sunny day
Fun in the sun everyone knows it
They could be as mellow as the hay
Fun in the sun everyone blows it
They grow up and instantly turn grey
Like shadow of an acid bird that etched its way across a field
So long ago, so long ago

Robyn Hitch***** - Aether - lyrics

I'm going back into my body
While it's in my control
Back into this person
Playing a role that I call me
I'm going back into my body
Back out of my dream
Dressed up as a human
With a routine, calling it me
I've been on the aetheric plane
Above all pleasure and all pain
And it feels so bizarre
Looking down on where you are
I think I'm going back again
I'm going back into my body
Back into my heart
Back into my lifeline
Playing a part -- what can I be?
I've been on the aetheric plane
Where there's no dog and there's no chain
And it feels so bizarre
Looking down on where you are
I think I'm going back again

Robyn Hitch***** - Ride - lyrics

You don't have to go anywhere
You don't have to see anyone
All you gotta do in this world
Is ride
All you gotta do is ride
It's the end of a long, hard decade
And before the next long, hard decade
By the end of which a billion creatures yet unborn
Will die
All you gotta do is ride
Love me love me love me love me love me
That's what all the papers say (But they used to be trees)
Hold me hold me hold me hold me hold me
Please don't let me get away
But if you don't love yourself
What's the use in someone else
Loving you?
You don't have to sharpen yourself
You're embedded deep as it is
All you've gotta do in this world
Is ride
All you gotta do is ride
You don't have to worship the chair
You don't have to sleep with a judge
All you've gotta do in this world
Is ride
All you gotta do is ride
Love me love me love me love me love me
That's what everybody say (Everybody but me)
Hold me hold me hold me hold me hold me
Please don't let me get away
But if you don't love yourself
What's the use of someone else
Loving you?
But if you don't love yourself
What's the use of someone else
Loving you?
So put down your hands
Pick up your head
And ride
Sittin' in a carriage in the pouring rain
In Swindon
With an anorak
Better ride on home
Better ride on home
Better ride on home
Better ride on home

Robyn Hitch***** - 1974 - lyrics

You have two coffees
One of them is one coffee too many for you
On a health kick
Trying to lead a middle-aged life
Well, it's either that or drop dead
Wait 'til you get older than this
And then turn around and tell me I was young for my age
Yeah
And it feels like 1974
Waiting for the waves to come and crash on the shore
But you're far in land
You're in funky denim wonderland
You and David Crosby and a bloke with no hand
You've got hair in places
Most people haven't got brains
Ooh
But it feels like 1974
Syd Barrett's last session, he can't sing anymore
He's gonna have to be Roger now for the rest of his life
Oh
Enough about me, let's talk about you
You were working at the Earth Exchange at half twenty-two
'Rebel Rebel' was your favorite song
On the Archway Road
Where it all belongs
All those molecules of time
That you thought you'd shed forever
All those inches of time
That you thought you could just say bye-bye
And as Nixon left the White House
You could hear people say,
"They'll never rehabilitate that mother
No way."
Yep
Whirry-whirry goes the helicopter out of my way
I've got president to dump in the void
Ooh
Python's last series and The Guardian said,
"The stench of rotting minds"
But what else could you smell back then?
You didn't have to inhale too hard
You could smell the heads festering in the backyard
There's a baby in a basket and it's taken your name
And one day it'll grow up and say,
"Who are you,
Eh?"
And you say that's where it ended
But I say no no no, it just faded away
August was grey
It feels like 1974
Ghastly mellow saxophones all over the floor
Feels like 1974
You could vote for Labour, but you can't anymore
Feels like 1974
Digging Led Zeppelin in Grimsby
Oh Christ

Robyn Hitch***** - All I Wanna Do Is Fall In Love - lyrics

Don't want no television, I don't need another drink
I don't need drugs or chemicals, don't even wanna think
All I wanna look for is a place
Where I can see reflections of that face
I don't want no diversion, I don't need no bread and jam
I wanna breathe the air and be exactly where I am
And if you think that's weird, well you're insane
You never e'en danced ***** in the rain
All I wanna do is fall in love while there's still time
I'm looking for illusions that could sew me up for good
Could be a religion with a shiny leather hood
And if you think that's good, well that's alright
Maybe you could come on round tonight, sweet mama
All I wanna do is fall in love while there's still time
All I wanna do is fall in love while there's still time
Turn off the television, I don't need another drink
I don't need drugs or chemicals to show me how to think
All I wanna look for is a space
that I can find reflections of her face
All I wanna do is fall in love while there's still
All I wanna do is fall in love while there's still
All I wanna do is fall in love while there's still time
Time
Time
Time
Time
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