|The Soft Boys||Portland Arms||Cambridge||England||UK||November 01, 1978|
|Robyn Hitchcock||Largo||Los Angeles||California||US||August 27, 1999|
|Robyn Hitchcock||Revolver Records||San Francisco||California||US||November 17, 1986|
|Robyn Hitchcock & Emma Swift||Robyn and Emma's house||London||England||UK||January 13, 2021|
If you find your sweetheart In the arms of a friend That's when your heartaches begin. And when dreams of a lifetime All come to an end That's when your heartaches begin. For love is a thing You never can share And when you bring a friend Into your love affair That's the end of your sweetheart That's the end of your friend That's when your heartaches begin. If you find your sweetheart Lying Not too far away From the arm Of your very best friend Brother That's... that's when your heartaches really begin And when every one of those tiny little dreams that you've nourished Like a potted plant and kept treasured away somewhere in the hothouse of Your psyche one by one are taken out and dismantled by some clodhoppered Fiend you thought was the one you could trust and borrow things off and Lend things to in turn without you just lending things to and then not Getting anything back Well, that's really when you know things are sorta gon' mess you up isn't it? Don't answer me back, anyway. Sock it boys... Because love is a thing And it's a thing you can't share You can't pass it around Two into one doesn't go unless you're happy with meagre fractions and I for one am not So if you've been some crawly little two-bit reptile Sneaking up into the crevices of the one you love Hair, follicles, bones, sinew, tissue, nostrils, the whole bloody lot That Is The End Of your sweetheart That's the end of your friend That's when your heartaches begin.