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A Sunday In Madrid Robert Wyatt Pa arrives in the city of the closed doors, Greeted by miners from Asturias. His limousine streaks past giant shiny moneyboxes, Huddled together for warmth. He is deposited in his inner chamber. I'm A Believer Robert Wyatt I thought love was only true in fairy tales Meant for someone else but not for me Love was out to get me That's the way it seemed Disappointment haunted all my dreams Then I saw her face now I'm a believer A Last Straw Robert Wyatt Seaweed tangled in our home from home Reminds me of your rocky bottom Please don't wait for the paperweight Err on the good side Touch us when we collapse Into the water we'll go head over heel We'll not Blues In Bob Minor Robert Wyatt Roger's in the archive looking up casement Martha's in the government digging up the basement Rebel into representative for the voter Shadow backhencher couldn't get a word in Turned up anyway... issues Shipbuilding Robert Wyatt A new winter coat and shoes for the wife And a bicycle on the boy's birthday. Calyx Robert Wyatt A new winter coat and shoes for the wife And a bycicle on the boy's birthday It's just a rumour that was spread around town By the women and children Soon we'll be shipbuilding Well I ask you The boy said Shrinkrap Robert Wyatt It takes a weekly packet To keep the shrink in pocket It costs a pretty penny Just to stay afloat It takes a lot of lolly Trying to be jolly When the interest keeps mounting In the bank and in my person Just As You Are Robert Wyatt Ooooooooooooh It's that look in your eyes Telling me lies So many promises broken What can I do What should do Try to love you just as you are Cos I'm never going to change a thing about you Never ever Red Flag Robert Wyatt Cast off the crutch that kills the pain, The red flag wavin' never meant the same, The kids of tomorrow don't need today, When they live in the Sins of Yesterday. Sea Song Robert Wyatt You look different every time you come From the foam-crested brine Your skin shining softly in the moonlight Partly fish, partly porpoise, partly baby sperm whale Am I yours? Catholic Architecture Robert Wyatt A white house with a folly A tower attached. On the side A hand painted saint (Lovingly painted) Peeps over a high wall Which surrounds the white house. CP Jeebies Robert Wyatt "Oh then, please step right in To our nursery. Just pick a group That you can relate to, Now the grownups have gone." Free Will And Testament Robert Wyatt What can it mean, such gravity without a centre? Is there freedom to un-be? Is there freedom from will-to-be? Sheer momentum makes us act this way or that way. Soup Song Robert Wyatt There's a mushroom on my eyelid There's a carrot down my back I can see in the distance A vast quantity of beans To you I'm just a flavour To make your soup taste nice Oh my god here come the onions And Biko Robert Wyatt Inamajo Inamajo man is dead man is dead Inamajo Inamajo man is dead man is dead Well it's September seventy seven Port Elizabeth weather fine And it was business as usual In police room 619 Oh Biko Biko Memories Of You Robert Wyatt "How I wish I could forget those happy yesteryears They have left a rosary of tears Your face beams In my dreams 'Spite of all I do Everything seems to bring memories of you " Beware Robert Wyatt You might have a lot to say There might be a price to pay Just beware They might smile and nod their heads while they wish that you were dead Just beware Your friends might not be what they seem Take it The United States Of Amnesia Robert Wyatt There are degrees of amnesia, ways to forget Ways to remember all the good that you've done And if you can't get a witness remind yourselves Nobody's just perfectly good all the time And if you killed Chairman Mao Robert Wyatt "An early photograph Of the young braid with the confident grin Who is celebrating his first defeat By clouching a haircut from his skull The pig tail In death of modern man Like a young braid with a price Little Red Robin Hood Hit The Road Robert Wyatt In the garden of England dead moles lie inside their holes The dead-end tunnels crumble in the rain underfoot Innit a shame? Can't you see them? Can't you see them? September The Ninth Robert Wyatt Woman wishing for wings, (Too large a lump to pass for bird), Hopes that by wishing hard enough She will cast off the ballast. Left On Man Robert Wyatt What we call Freedom in the north Means our freedom to Use you And if you don't co-operate We'll cut off your supply lines But You'll be free To re-connect If you beg our forgiveness You say I Over simplify Team Spirit Robert Wyatt You can hardly miss me, I'm the one face down in the mud on the ground. I'll be stuck here forever, unless you come over and Kick me Hardy. I'm the best football you have got. I'll beat the lot. Stalin Wasn't Stallin' Robert Wyatt never rest contented Till they had driven him from the land So he called the yanks and English And proceeded to extinguish The fuhrer and its vermin This is how it all began Now the devil, he was readin' In Yolanda Robert Wyatt A¡s que una canciA?A³n Quisiera fuera una declaraciA?A³n de amor RomA?A¡ntica sin reparar en formas tales Que pongan freno a lo que siento ahora a raudales Te amo A￠?? te amo A￠?? Was A Friend Robert Wyatt Lurking by the door Without a sign of wanting to move. Though hardly friendly, not an angry gesture Did it make. Just quite unnerving. It's been a long time. At Last I Am Free Robert Wyatt At last I am free I can hardly see in front of me I can hardly see in front of me And now love please listen To what I say I can't go on living life this way I've tried and I've tried To make you see You Te Recuerdo Amanda Robert Wyatt Te recuerdo Amanda la lluvia en el pelo Corriendo a la fábrica donde trabajaba Manuel La sonrisa ancha la lluvia en el pelo No importaba nada ibas a encontrarte con él Son cinco minutos la vida es eterna Worship Robert Wyatt Two nuns On the sea shore Stand Apart from one another Black wood posts Mesmerised By the sea god One nun With human failings And weary legs Sinks to the sand And sits like a child A golden Lisp Service Robert Wyatt Trouble isn't my middle name, Left in peace would make my day. You started the fire not me, Camouflaged in mystery.