Тексты песен Robyn Hitchcock

Give me your mascara and your phosphorus You and I are higher than the loft Gliding through the snowdrifts in a miniskirt Glistening and olive, yeah, but soft Got a ripe tomato here in ecstasy Got a l

She's my bright fresh flower and I love her She's a soul born in this world divine There's a Roman ancestor behind her I say "Goodnight, sweet child of mine." She's my bright fresh flower an

She said her name was Century She'd last a hundred years I said I wouldn't keep that long And on her face were tears I put my fingers to her face She pointed to a mosque She said I come from over ther

I have seen the sleeping knights of Jesus Gazing out across the open sea I have seen the sleeping knights of Jesus And they look extremely tired to me Dyin' of starvation in the gutter (in the gutter)