Last night I drove home through the dark night. Just me, dog as my co-pilot and the dark ribbon of road. I put on my favorite artist from high school and college days: Robyn Hitchcock (and the Egyptians).
Despite the fact I was driving through the California San Joaquin, I was mentally transported to similar dark midwest roads. The music too me back. I remembered loving RRH. So excited to discover his past discography. It had been years since I hear some of the songs, but I sang along and I knew all the words.
I mentally created a poem of some of my favorite lyrics from across his discography.
If you were a priest, I would wait at least, up until confession time...
just like the telephone was a sofa, and we'd leave our minds wide open
Cause when your dreams come true, they pretty soon decay...
Lt Hodges often said to me, I see a shoal of them far out to sea...
Remembering it all, It's just the way I'm feeling, Like a mirror on a wall…
gone Madonna of the Swan, she waves a magic wand...
Save your illusions, for someone else, save your illusions, for yourself
Avert your eyes from his gaze junior and we may yet be saved!
Should I say it with flowers, or should I say it with nails?
And the yellow leaves are falling in a spiral from the sky
everyone worries so much about themselves
There's a justice in this world, she's cruel, but she's fair....
Thank you RRH. You sooth my jaded cynical uncorrected personality traits.
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