| PATAPHYSICAL INTRODUCTION PART I & A CONCISE BRITISH ALPHABET PART I AND PART II |
R. Wyatt |
H. Hopper - arr. R. Wyatt |
Good evening or good morning
and now we have a choice selection
Of rivmic melodies
from the official orchestra
of the College of Pataphysics
but first it's our great pleasure
and indeed we hope yours
to present
in its entire and manifold entiretity
ladies and gentlemen :
The British Alphabet:
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ
ZYXWVUTSRQPONMLKJIHGFEDCBA
| HIBOU, ANEMONE AND BEAR |
Mike Ratledge / Robert Wyatt |
In the spring I think of sex and means to end
Summertime, I like to sit upon the grass
Autumn nights I go to parties with my friends
Winter time is when I think about the past
But of course I do all those things all year 'round
I mean all the good things are there to be found
It's all here, pick a back and get to work
If you don't your life will surely go berserk
Or indeed be bored to death, which is worse?
If something's not worth saying
Not worth saying, not worth saying
Say it
| HULLODER |
H. Hopper - arr. R. Wyatt |
If I were black and I lived here
I'd want to be a big man in the FBI or the CIA
But as I'm not and of course I don't
And as I'm free, white and twenty one
I don't need more power than I've got
Except for some times when I'm broke
| DADA WAS HERE |
H. Hopper - arr. R. Wyatt |
Por que trabajas tu por all?
Por que no estas aqui en casa?
La la la, yo no se... solo me pregunto
Porque no soy feliz en la escuela?
Es que puedo confiar en alguien que no est?
Yo no se...
Es que puedo fumar cuando soy ma viejo?
Es que puedo creer en el idolo que queremos?
Digame si es justo que no estes aqui?
Para ayudarme, yo no se, solo me preguntan
Yo no se, no se, no se...
| THANK YOU PIERROT LUNAIRE |
H. Hopper - arr. R. Wyatt |
In his organ solos, he fills 'round the keyboards
Knowing he must find the noisiest notes for you to hear
And when I know that he's found them
I feel so good... but I still can't see
Why people listen, instead of doing it themselves
But I'm grateful all the same
You're very kind and I don't blame you
I don't mind if you just watch
In fact I'd welcome it, welcome it, welcome it..
HAVE YOU EVER BEAN GREEN? |
H. Hopper - arr. R. Wyatt |
Thank you Noel and Mitch
Thank you Jim for our exposure to the crowd
And thank you for his coattails
Mike, you did us proud, didn't you?
AS LONG AS HE LIES PERFECTLY STILL |
Mike Ratledge / Robert Wyatt |
Here's a song for 'clean machine Kevin Majorca'
He's found his own way of 'live in Majorca'
Don't walk, don't drink
Don't talk, just think
Heaven on Earth he'll get there soon
Kevin's highly unlikely to get ill
At least as long as he lies perfectly still
He eats brown rice and fish - how nice
Heaven on Earth, he'll get there soon
Good and bad go so well together in his tunes
He wrote a song and called it the weather - or not
He's Lucky or Pozzo, Estragon and Vladimir
Waiting for something that's already there
Heaven on Earth or is it the moon?
Why, why, why is he sleeping?
Why is the trumpeter weeping?
Kevin maybe asking to get back into my dreams
His voice is so weak now and the customers are screaming
Heavens above, we can't hear what you're saying
We've got something to tell you
Hold on we wanted to thrill you
Reckons it's so nice and it will make you feel better
Something in the nature of a Lullabye Letter
Kevin on Earth there'll be one
Kevin on Earth make room for one
Kevin himself he'll be in
Kevin on Earth, be here
Or you could be now
Or is he found, in Herne Bay...
DEDICATED TO YOU BUT YOU WEREN'T LISTENING |
Hugh Hopper |
Famous parabolic versions
Songs that promise beauty, sleep, love, sadness
Do I dream that somethings missing?
Hungry, thirsty, open off peak mind
Give me the truth, give me the truth
Give me the truth, tell me
Songs and versesa, handy captions
Photographs of real life action, horror, madness
Can it be that somethings 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 maxi million, 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, health food, home pride
Satisfied, something outside gives out hunger
Face my mirror, electricity
Suspenders and stockings
Look more sexy than the tights girls are wearing
But even there, weren't the time wasted
Time that could be spent completely nude, bare, naked?
Virgins are boring
They should be grateful for the things they're ignoring
Why be smug about the time wasted
Time that could be spent completely nude, bare, naked
Knickers and panties
We are groping under knickers and pants
But is it worth it, all that time wasted?
Time we could've spent completely nude, bare, naked
With nothing on at all
Nothing, no clothes on
Nude, naked bare...
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