Wading Through a Ventilator [Live]
I fix my fish I fool my frog I fray my feet and drag my dog and drop my duck Across the wall I squash my teeth and slag my grub I battle adders in the pub My girl is ripe In greasy silk A split tomato in her mind The crumpled heart Sags in the sea Tomato heart escaping gas I think that girl is of her skin Of all the people that I know The ones I like I love the best The fishes in the sewer pipes The highway men in yellow stripes It might not now, but it will be later Wading through your ventilator Hm mm mm! I tang my fag He clench his fist The pretty bonny licks my stamp and twist her fang She tugs his foot We think of better things and laugh The hairs on my marshmallow pout My head is rich Enough to burst With ivies strung around my calf picture the flies On melon halves You end up living somewhere cheap And die upon a compost heap Of all the people I don't know The ones I do I hate the most The twisted fodder of mankind's Enough to drive a poor boy blind It might not now, but it could be later Wading through your ventilator, blah! I waded in and that's a fact The meat was cut, the meat was packed You shredded me with icy strings As coiled salami, I was led Into a holy stacking shed My life like antiseptic stings A tongue of stalk And tender leaves Eventually your skull occludes and melon splits And like an egg It dribbles down your inside leg Don't get me wrong, I'm quite OK I drank a cat I sprung a cake She threw transistors in my lake I threw her head Far through the door You wonder what I do that for They wonder what you think I've got Listen baby, there ain't nothing in here But my own sweet mind (Shut it down shut it down) If it bothers you, you can turn it off(Shut it down shut it down) With my antelope cheek and my raven's eye(Shut it down) And my buffalo heart and a crocodile's hide And my salmon head wedged on a moose's neck Are breathing fungus on a hemorraged lawn Invented me one summer's morn I've lost you now, but I'll get you later Wading through your ventilator Against the wall I hope that girl is in her skin It might not now, but it could be later Blah! It might not now, but it will be later I screw my cat I sunk my cake I throw transistors in the lake I threw her head I wonder what I do that for I wonder what I think I've got There ain't nothing in here but your own sweet mind If it bothers you, we can turn it off With your antelope cheek and your raven's eye And a buffalo heart and a crocodile's hide And I'd like to introduce the audience to the band On drums, the band morris windsor On bass guitar, the band Andy Metcalfe On lead guitar, Kimberly "Sinew" Rew And yours truly, Robyn Hitchcock, on the rest of it!
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