MATCHING MOLE
"Little Red Record" (1972)

STARTING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY, WE CAN DRINK OUR POLITICS AWAY
Words by Robert Wyatt, Music by Dave MacRae

We can... drink our... politics... away...
Starting in the middle
of the day
We can drink our politics
away

MARCHIDES
Words by Robert Wyatt, Music by Dave MacRae

What's brown, goes underground, and is myopic ?
What's brown, goes underground, and is myopic ?
It's the mole !!

NAN TRUE'S HOLE
Words by Robert Wyatt, Music by Phil Miller

There's a place where I can hide away
Just for a little holiday
In the house of a friend we know and love
Called Nan True's Hole

- All right darlin' let's get on, we haven't got much time.
- Um... get on with what?
- Well, darlin' you know what, um, what we're here for don't you?
- A... actually, I'm not quite sure.
- What do you mean, not quite sure? What did you come here for?
- I came here, uh, to find out.
- You mean... How old are you ?
- Well, I'm... I'm near... getting near forty, actually.
- What, and you mean you don't know? How come you don't know? What've you been doing all your life?
- Well, I've had a very nice life. I've had a very good life, but I must admit I don't know what I'm here for.
- Well, you're a funny one, aren't you? All right, we'll have to help you out then. First of all... I think first of all you'd better take off your trousers.
- Uh, take off my trousers, yes... How's that?
- That's a start. Now, come over here.... That feels nice, doesn't it?
- Oh yes, very nice. Very nice. Lovely.... That's lovely... Ooh, that is nice... (squeals, etc.)
- Well, how was that?

There's a place where I can hide away
Just for a little holiday
In the house of a friend we know
Called Nan True's Hole

RIGHTEOUS RHUMBA
Words by Robert Wyatt, Music by Phil Miller

Look, see the people at the top
Come down the right hand lane
In Belgium, Greece and Portugal
In France and sunny Spain

My radical cheek is soft and meek
But I'll kill if I must
I'd rather have the Chinese here
Than Europe on me thrust
I'd rather have the Chinese here
Than Europe on me thrust

You may say I'm muddled up
Should stick to chords and tunes
But he shan't stay there
While he lives in fear of rich and pompous goons
But he shan't stay there
While he lives in fear of rich and pompous goons

- + - + -

A home for the warm and a home for the wonderful!
I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours! [repeated 5 times]

GLORIA GLOOM
Words by Robert Wyatt, Music by Bill MacCormick

Like so many of you
I've got my doubts about how much to contribute
to the already rich among us...
How long can I pretend that music's more relevant
than fighting for a socialist world?

Someone watching us knows I'm bad
Black plastic along blue black wall
Small square (for faces) where dead men can look through
Run along and see the prison bath
Throw a stone along an empty road
You and your friend will be found

Outside the daydream
I've woken up to watch you sleep

GOD SONG
Words by Robert Wyatt, Music by Phil Miller

What on Earth are you doing, God?
Is this some sort of joke you're playing?
Is it cause we didn't pray?
Well I can't see the point of the word without the action
Are you just hot air, breathing over us and over all?
Is it fun watching us all?
Where's your son? We want him again!

And next time you send your boy down here
Give him a wife and a sexy daughter
Someone we can understand
Who's got some ideas we can use, really relate to
We've all read your rules, tried them
Learnt them in school, then tried them
They're impossible rules, and you've made us look fools
Well done, God, but now please...

Don't hunt me down, for Heaven's sake!
You know that I'm only joking, aren't I?
Pardon me I'm very drunk!
But I know what I'm trying to say, and it's nearly night time
And we're still alone, waiting for something unknown, still waiting
So throw down a stone, or something!
Give us a sign, for Christ's sake!