Robert Wyatt Follow

Roger's in the archive looking up casement
Martha's in the government, digging up the basement
Rebel into representative for the voter
Shadow back hencher couldn't get a word in

Turned up anyway, issue's 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
Tunneling 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 weather girl 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 elbows

Verse and chapter disinterred
Borrowing a bookcase don't come easy
The weight of the evidence in parenthesis

Heads on blockabeater repetition on the line
Shell shock super troopers whirl banking oil palm
Intercontinental drift over the rainbow

Over the sea to ska rocker skin tone
Hirsute 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 V signs
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 gray stone 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

Roger's in the archive looking up casement
Martha's in the government, digging up the basement
Rebel into representative for the voter