Blues In Bob Minor Lyrics
| Song | Blues In Bob Minor |
| Artist | Robert Wyatt |
| Album | Shleep |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : 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 burning | |
| All consuming... drinks in the cabinet | |
| Spent a lot of time just examining the building | |
| drinks on the house? you must be joking | |
| Corridors of power cuts toy telephone bills | |
| Long time no see underneath the floorboard | |
| Looking for the roots of the family treetops | |
| Toe's in the water but you've only got ten. | |
| Fingers in the eel pie poke around tip top | |
| Tunnelling a wormhole Eartha Kitty catfish | |
| Meadow brown peacock... pupa-larva-caterpillar | |
| Hibernate in winter of our discotheque no | |
| End in sight.. more like a spiral... coil | |
| Or curler... just unwinding... very slowly | |
| Revealing endless disappearing pipelines | |
| Genuflecting... bowing deeply... it | |
| Don't take a weathergirl to see where | |
| The wind is blowing... what the wind is bending | |
| Isobars are opening... sex to midnight | |
| Cabinet shuffling homeward bound... taking | |
| A detour... rendezvous do... chapel in the valley | |
| Of the blown up doll... that's not Martha | |
| Shunting in a siding... she got homework | |
| Up to here | |
| Roger's in the footnotes up to his elbones | |
| Verse and chapter disinterred | |
| Borrowing a bookcase don't come easy | |
| The weight of the evidence in parenthesis | |
| Beggars tightly furled belief | |
| Heads on blockabeater repetition on the line | |
| Shell shock supertroopers... whirl banking oil palm | |
| Intercontinental drift... over the rainbow | |
| Over the sea to ska rocker skintone | |
| hirsuit missed a link and that's not all | |
| That he got missing inna thousand years of | |
| Orthotoxic waste disposal... god proposal | |
| Jealous sky... whatever is a girl to do | |
| To break the service in its tried and tested | |
| And found wanting state of oh! boy network | |
| Stewardship? | |
| Little Johnny Aardvark never hurt | |
| Nobody... Martha friend and Roger too | |
| Tone down a little... sotto voce... some tall order | |
| Given that four minutes seems eternity time | |
| In the bushed up world of waspish Vsigns | |
| A-sides sui-C-side salads of the bad young B-sides | |
| What's the point of digging deeper just to lay | |
| The ghost of Sala Hal-Din Yusuf ibn Ayyub? | |
| "Don't give up" the dead man cried | |
| "There's more of us than there of you | |
| Soon you'll all be on our side... forever more or | |
| Lester Young died... 'Fat Girl' also... blowing all the blues | |
| Away side... dust ain't just dust... trust us like we | |
| Live forever... broken loose from greystone tether | |
| Keep on tiptoe through the archive... we are dead | |
| But you are alive... Martha yes and Roger too | |
| Until you let the gringos grind you down" |
| zuo ci : 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 burning | |
| All consuming... drinks in the cabinet | |
| Spent a lot of time just examining the building | |
| drinks on the house? you must be joking | |
| Corridors of power cuts toy telephone bills | |
| Long time no see underneath the floorboard | |
| Looking for the roots of the family treetops | |
| Toe' s in the water but you' ve only got ten. | |
| Fingers in the eel pie poke around tip top | |
| Tunnelling a wormhole Eartha Kitty catfish | |
| Meadow brown peacock... pupalarvacaterpillar | |
| Hibernate in winter of our discotheque no | |
| End in sight.. more like a spiral... coil | |
| Or curler... just unwinding... very slowly | |
| Revealing endless disappearing pipelines | |
| Genuflecting... bowing deeply... it | |
| Don' t take a weathergirl to see where | |
| The wind is blowing... what the wind is bending | |
| Isobars are opening... sex to midnight | |
| Cabinet shuffling homeward bound... taking | |
| A detour... rendezvous do... chapel in the valley | |
| Of the blown up doll... that' s not Martha | |
| Shunting in a siding... she got homework | |
| Up to here | |
| Roger' s in the footnotes up to his elbones | |
| Verse and chapter disinterred | |
| Borrowing a bookcase don' t come easy | |
| The weight of the evidence in parenthesis | |
| Beggars tightly furled belief | |
| Heads on blockabeater repetition on the line | |
| Shell shock supertroopers... whirl banking oil palm | |
| Intercontinental drift... over the rainbow | |
| Over the sea to ska rocker skintone | |
| hirsuit missed a link and that' s not all | |
| That he got missing inna thousand years of | |
| Orthotoxic waste disposal... god proposal | |
| Jealous sky... whatever is a girl to do | |
| To break the service in its tried and tested | |
| And found wanting state of oh! boy network | |
| Stewardship? | |
| Little Johnny Aardvark never hurt | |
| Nobody... Martha friend and Roger too | |
| Tone down a little... sotto voce... some tall order | |
| Given that four minutes seems eternity time | |
| In the bushed up world of waspish Vsigns | |
| Asides suiCside salads of the bad young Bsides | |
| What' s the point of digging deeper just to lay | |
| The ghost of Sala HalDin Yusuf ibn Ayyub? | |
| " Don' t give up" the dead man cried | |
| " There' s more of us than there of you | |
| Soon you' ll all be on our side... forever more or | |
| Lester Young died... ' Fat Girl' also... blowing all the blues | |
| Away side... dust ain' t just dust... trust us like we | |
| Live forever... broken loose from greystone tether | |
| Keep on tiptoe through the archive... we are dead | |
| But you are alive... Martha yes and Roger too | |
| Until you let the gringos grind you down" |
| zuò cí : 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 burning | |
| All consuming... drinks in the cabinet | |
| Spent a lot of time just examining the building | |
| drinks on the house? you must be joking | |
| Corridors of power cuts toy telephone bills | |
| Long time no see underneath the floorboard | |
| Looking for the roots of the family treetops | |
| Toe' s in the water but you' ve only got ten. | |
| Fingers in the eel pie poke around tip top | |
| Tunnelling a wormhole Eartha Kitty catfish | |
| Meadow brown peacock... pupalarvacaterpillar | |
| Hibernate in winter of our discotheque no | |
| End in sight.. more like a spiral... coil | |
| Or curler... just unwinding... very slowly | |
| Revealing endless disappearing pipelines | |
| Genuflecting... bowing deeply... it | |
| Don' t take a weathergirl to see where | |
| The wind is blowing... what the wind is bending | |
| Isobars are opening... sex to midnight | |
| Cabinet shuffling homeward bound... taking | |
| A detour... rendezvous do... chapel in the valley | |
| Of the blown up doll... that' s not Martha | |
| Shunting in a siding... she got homework | |
| Up to here | |
| Roger' s in the footnotes up to his elbones | |
| Verse and chapter disinterred | |
| Borrowing a bookcase don' t come easy | |
| The weight of the evidence in parenthesis | |
| Beggars tightly furled belief | |
| Heads on blockabeater repetition on the line | |
| Shell shock supertroopers... whirl banking oil palm | |
| Intercontinental drift... over the rainbow | |
| Over the sea to ska rocker skintone | |
| hirsuit missed a link and that' s not all | |
| That he got missing inna thousand years of | |
| Orthotoxic waste disposal... god proposal | |
| Jealous sky... whatever is a girl to do | |
| To break the service in its tried and tested | |
| And found wanting state of oh! boy network | |
| Stewardship? | |
| Little Johnny Aardvark never hurt | |
| Nobody... Martha friend and Roger too | |
| Tone down a little... sotto voce... some tall order | |
| Given that four minutes seems eternity time | |
| In the bushed up world of waspish Vsigns | |
| Asides suiCside salads of the bad young Bsides | |
| What' s the point of digging deeper just to lay | |
| The ghost of Sala HalDin Yusuf ibn Ayyub? | |
| " Don' t give up" the dead man cried | |
| " There' s more of us than there of you | |
| Soon you' ll all be on our side... forever more or | |
| Lester Young died... ' Fat Girl' also... blowing all the blues | |
| Away side... dust ain' t just dust... trust us like we | |
| Live forever... broken loose from greystone tether | |
| Keep on tiptoe through the archive... we are dead | |
| But you are alive... Martha yes and Roger too | |
| Until you let the gringos grind you down" |
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