Wading Through a Ventilator Releases Gigs Lyrics

Details

Author
Robyn Hitchcock
Performances
4

Releases

Title Artist Label Type Year
Give it to the Soft Boys The Soft Boys Raw Records Single 1977
(Oh No It's) More From Raw Various Raw Records Compilation 1978
A Can of Bees The Soft Boys Two Crabs Music Album 1979
Wading Through a Ventilator The Soft Boys Delorean Record Company Bootleg 1984
Raw Cuts The Soft Boys Overground Records EP 1989
The Soft Boys 1976-1981 The Soft Boys Rykodisc Album 1993
Rout Of The Clones The Soft Boys Bootleg 1995
Maxwell's, New York, 1980 The Soft Boys Handmade Productions Bootleg 1998
Oh No! It's More From Raw The Soft Boys Damaged Goods Compilation 2003
Children of Nuggets The Soft Boys Rhino Compilation 2006
12 x 7: All the Soft Boys Certify Insane The Soft Boys Bootleg 2008

Gigs

Billed As Venue City State Country Date
The Soft Boys Alex Wood Hall Cambridge England UK 11/15/1977
The Soft Boys Alex Wood Hall Cambridge England UK 12/01/1977
The Soft Boys Red Cow London England UK 12/30/1977
The Soft Boys Lady Mitchell Hall Cambridge England UK 11/27/1978

Lyrics

I fix my fish
I fool my frog
I fray my feet and drag my dog and drop my duck
Across the wall
I squash my teeth and slag my grub
I battle adders in the pub

My girl is ripe
In greasy silk
A split tomato in her mind
the crumpled heart
Sags in the sea
Tomato heart escaping gas
I think that girl is of her skin

Of all the people that I know
The ones I like I love the best
The fishes in the sewer pipes
The highway men in yellow stripes
It might not now, but it will be later
Wading through your ventilator
Hmm mm mmm!

I tang my fag
He clench his fist
The pretty bonny licks my stamp and twist her fang
She tugs his foot
We think of better things and laugh
The hairs on my marshmallow pout

My head is rich
Enough to burst
With ivies strung around my calf picture the flies
On melon halves
You end up living somewhere cheap
And die upon a compost heap

Of all the people I don't know
The ones I do I hate the most
The twisted fodder of mankind's
Enough to drive a poor boy blind
It might not now, but it could be later
Wading through your ventilator, blah!

I waded in and that's a fact
The meat was cut, the meat was packed
You shredded me with icy strings
As coiled salami, I was led
Into a holy stacking shed
My life like antiseptic stings

A tongue of stalk
And tender leaves
Eventually your skull occludes and melon splits
And like an egg
It dribbles down your inside leg
Don't get me wrong, I'm quite ok

I drank a cat
I sprung a cake
She threw transistors in my lake I threw her head
Far through the door
You wonder what I do that for
They wonder what you think I've got

Listen baby, there ain't nothing in here but my own sweet mind (Shut it down shut it down)
If it bothers you, you can turn it off  (Shut it down shut it down)
With my antelope cheek and my raven's eye  (Shut it down)
And my buffalo heart and a crocodile's hide

And my salmon head wedged on a moose's neck
A breathing fungus on a hemorrhaged lawn
Invented me one summer's morn
I've lost you now, but I'll get you later
Wading through your ventilator

<Alternates>
Against the wall  4a

I hope that girl is in her skin  13a

It might not now, but it could be later 18a

Blah!  20a

It might not now, but it will be later 37a

I screw my cat   51a
I sunk my cake   52a
I throw transistors in the lake I threw her head  53a

I wonder what I do that for   55a
I wonder what I think I've got 56a
There ain't nothing in here but your own sweet mind  57a
If it bothers you, we can turn it off  58a
With your antelope cheek and your raven's eye  59a
And a buffalo heart and a crocodile's hide  60a
And I'd like to introduce the audience to the band 60.1a
On drums, the band Morris Windsor  60.2a
On bass guitar, the band Andy Metcalfe  60.3a
On lead guitar, Kimberly "Sinew" Rew  60.4a
And yours truly, Robyn Hitchcock, on the rest of it!  60.5a