Wading Through a Ventilator [Live]

by Robyn Hitchcock

Robyn Rowan Hitchcock (born 3 March 1953) is an English singer-songwriter and guitarist. While primarily a vocalist and guitarist, he also plays harmonica, piano and bass guitar.




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!

Written by: ROBYN HITCHHOCK

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