Strings Releases Gigs Lyrics


Robyn Hitchcock


Title Artist Label Type Year
Nextdoorland The Soft Boys Matador Album 2002


Billed As Venue City State Country Date
The Soft Boys The Evershot Village Hall Evershot England UK 09/15/2001
The Soft Boys The Square Harlow England UK 10/18/2001
The Soft Boys Notting Hill Arts Club London England UK 12/12/2001
The Soft Boys Railway Inn Winchester England UK 10/16/2002
The Soft Boys Mean Fiddler London England UK 10/17/2002
The Soft Boys Variety Playhouse Atlanta Georgia US 10/22/2002
The Soft Boys Maxwell's Hoboken New Jersey US 10/25/2002
The Soft Boys The Bowery Ballroom New York New York US 10/26/2002
The Soft Boys Mercury Lounge New York New York US 10/27/2002
The Soft Boys The Double Door Chicago Illinois US 10/28/2002
The Soft Boys First Avenue Minneapolis Minnesota US 10/29/2002
The Soft Boys Crocodile Café Seattle Washington US 10/31/2002
The Soft Boys KEXP Variety Mix w/Stevie Zoom Seattle Washington US 10/31/2002
The Soft Boys House of Blues West Hollywood California US 11/04/2002
The Soft Boys Amoeba Records Los Angeles California US 11/05/2002
The Soft Boys The Zodiac Oxford England UK 01/27/2003


I've got my mojo and I am a piece of the action Oh strings
Got every black dog that crawls through your undergrowth
Each time I see you I peel off another excuse
Father in heaven or father in purgatory, see what you see from the hill of the dead,
See into all of this little glass family, Strings
Oh Strings
Harmony ruins a bloody good racket, and this little egg was distorted by mother, Oh Strings
I know I'm right but I just cannot argue,
Arguments make me blow up like a victim Oh Strings

Evil is the new enemy, evil is the new bad
Evil is the new enemy, evil is the new bad

Swing your partners round and round
Hanging just above the ground
Kiss me quickly wish me luck
Detonating in a ten ton truck
Love me tender on the roof
Afterwards there'll be no proof
Take your partner by the middle
Like a burger on a griddle
If you would retaliate
Just remember love is hate

Cut, cut

Mother is coming, she wants to be friends so the poison can get in you
She's got a map of you, she knows the pressure points -

I wish that I was just paranoid