Song parody of
Dedicated to You But You Weren't Listening
by Robert Wyatt
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Famous parabolic versions
Songs that promise:
Beauty, sleep, love, sadness
Do I dream that something's missing?
Hungry, thirsty, open off-peak mind
Give me the truth, give me the truth,
Give me the truth, tell me
Songs and verses
Handy captions
Photographs of:
Real-life action, horror, madness
Can it be that something's happening?
Wash me, paint me, but please don't taint me
Give me a chance, give me chance,
Give me a chance
When I was young, the sky was blue
And everyone knew what to do
But now it's gone, the telly's here
Mass media, the sewer too
Universal maximillion
Eight rare cases
Chickenpox and crawling gladness
Seemingly it's nothing happening
Cure my doctor
Don't swallow him down
Give me the cure, give me the cure,
Give me the cure
The night was cool, the moon was bright
The air was clear with oxygen
The stars were there, and in my eyes
Were thousands of chrysanthemums
Don't use magnets
Geophysics carry you back
Wholesome, healthfood, homepride
Satisfied
Something outside gives out hunger
Face my mirror
Electricity
Famous parabolic versions
Songs that promise:
Beauty, sleep, love, sadness
Do I dream that something's missing?
Hungry, thirsty, open off-peak mind
Give me the truth, give me the truth,
Give me the truth, tell me
Songs and verses
Handy captions
Photographs of:
Real-life action, horror, madness
Can it be that something's happening?
Wash me, paint me, but please don't taint me
Give me a chance, give me chance,
Give me a chance
When I was young, the sky was blue
And everyone knew what to do
But now it's gone, the telly's here
Mass media, the sewer too
Universal maximillion
Eight rare cases
Chickenpox and crawling gladness
Seemingly it's nothing happening
Cure my doctor
Don't swallow him down
Give me the cure, give me the cure,
Give me the cure
The night was cool, the moon was bright
The air was clear with oxygen
The stars were there, and in my eyes
Were thousands of chrysanthemums
Don't use magnets
Geophysics carry you back
Wholesome, healthfood, homepride
Satisfied
Something outside gives out hunger
Face my mirror
Electricity
