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Robyn Hitchcock
According to our records, Robyn has played this song 49 times, most recently at The Horseshoe Tavern on April 11, 2026. He first performed it at Robyn and Emma's house on August 24, 2022, 3 years and 7 months earlier.

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From Robyn on Patreon in September 2022
The shock of existence: it’s hard to get over the precarious feeling that you really are here, for one sneeze in the canyons of eternity. Human life is almost provocatively weird - yet, as it’s all we know, it gets rubber-stamped “Normal”. Billions of us shuffle in and out of this world like trains through a tunnel - and what of it?

This song celebrates our individual nano-second dance in time, encased in the flesh that grew inside our mothers. I’ve sung it in the sea and that’s the mother of us all. Feel free to sing along or play it to your grandchildren, very quietly. I like to imagine it performed by the early Who, and if I get the chance I’ll record a blistering rock version. Rock music is a badge of age now. If AI replaces us this song will be a nostalgic anthem… perhaps.


From Robyn on Patreon in December 2022
Here’s an electric version of an existential ditty that I put up here a few months ago. It’s based around a loop of one chord crashing endlessly in the background: it’s a short, snappy tune so Charlie and I felt safe to make it sound as relentless as possible. This is an example of a demo that could become a master: the loop keeps time and any number of overdubs would fit perfectly. As a result this recording might mutate into an album track - or just dwell happily here on Patreon until Artificial Intelligence claims us all…

Lyrics

I owe a lot to a dead man’s cock
Tick tock, tick tock
I love to rock
I am this thing

I come at a price like egg fried rice
Every Sunday morning
And it’s ever so nice
I am this thing

I am I am this
This thing
I am I am this
This thing
I am I am this
How’s about you?

I say what? I say words!
I love the music of the Byrds
I grew from seed, a fleshy seed
I am alone in thought and deed

I am I am this
This thing
I am I am this
This thing
I am I am this
How’s about you?

My head’s on my spine at the end of the line
I do a lot of thinking
And the thinking is fine
Wah wah wacka wah
Doobie doobie dum dum yeah

I grew out of somebody else
She wore a wedding ring
And when I decompose I will be
Part of everything

I am I am this
This thing
I am I am this
This thing
I am I am this
How’s about you?

Touch me and I’m gone
Touch me and I’m gone baby
Touch me and I’m gone
Touch me and I’m gone baby

‘Cause I am this thing!