Альбом Robert Wyatt

Alife, Alife, Alife, Alife...
(repeated continuously)

No nit not.
Nit no not.
Nit nit folly bololey.
Alife my larder,
Alife my larder.

I can't forsake you,
or forsqueak you,
Alife my larder,
Alife my larder.
Confiscate,
or make you late you, you
Alife my larder,
Alife my larder.

Not nit not.
Nit no not.
Nit nit folly bololey.

Burlybunch, the water mole
Hellyplop and fingerhole
Not a wossit, bundy, see.
For jangle and bojangle
trip trip pip pippy pippy pip pip landerim.
Alife my larder,
Alife my larder.

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 stew taste nice
Oh my god, here come the onions
And – I don't believe it! – at least a pound of rice

There was a time when bacon sandwiches
Were everyone's favourite snack
I'm delicious when I'm crunchy
Even when I'm almost black
So why you make a soup with me
I just can't understand
It seems so bloody tasteless
Not to mention underhand

Now there's no hope of getting out of here
I can feel I'm going soft
Dirty waters soak my fibres
The whole saucepan's getting hot
So I may as well resign myself
Make friends with a few peas
But I just, I can't help hoping
That a tummy ache will bring you to your knees
Bring you to your knees
Bring you to your knees
Bring you to your knees
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You look different every time
you come from the foam crested brine,
it's your skin shining softly in the moonlight.
Partly fish, partly porpoise,
partly baby sperm whale.
Am I yours, are you mine to play with?

Joking apart,
when you're drunk you're terrific,
when you're drunk I like you mostly
late at night, you're quite alright.
But I can't understand the different you
in the morning when it's time to play
at being human for a while.
Please smile.

You'll be different in the spring,
I know you're a seasonal beast,
like the starfish that drift in
with the tide, with the tide.
So until your blood runs
to meet the next full moon,
Your madness fits in nicely
with my own, with my own.
Your lunacy fits neatly with my own,
my very own.

We're not alone.

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What on Earth are you doing, God?
Is this some sort of joke you're playing?
Is it cause we didn't pray?
Well I can't see the point of the word without the action
Are you just hot air, breathing over us and over all?
Is it fun watching us all?
Where's your son? We want him again!

And next time you send your boy down here
Give him a wife and a sexy daughter
Someone we can understand
Who's got some ideas we can use, really relate to
We've all read your rules, tried them
Learnt them in school, then tried them
They're impossible rules, and you've made us look fools
Well done, God, but now please...

Don't hunt me down, for Heaven's sake!
You know that I'm only joking, aren't I?
Pardon me I'm very drunk!
But I know what I'm trying to say, and it's nearly night time
And we're still alone, waiting for something unknown, still waiting
So throw down a stone, or something!
Give us a sign, for Christ's sake!

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