SOFT MACHINE
"Volume Two" (1969)

PATAPHYSICAL INTRODUCTION
Words and Music
by Robert Wyatt

Good evening - or morning
And now we have a choice selection
Of rivmic melodies from the Official Orchestra of the College of 'Pataphysics

But first is our great pleasure, and indeed we hope yours
To present in its entire and manifold, entire entity
Ladies and Gentlemen, the British Alphabet !

HIBOU, ANEMONE AND BEAR
Words by Robert Wyatt, Music by Mike Ratledge

In the spring, I think of sex and means to ends
Summertime, I like to sit upon the grass
Autumn nights I go to parties with my friends
Winter time is when I think about the past

But of course I do all those things all year 'round
I mean all the good things are there to be found
It's all here, pick a bag and get to work
If you don't, your life will surely go berserk
Or indeed be bored to death, which is worse
If something's not worth saying
Not worth saying
Not worth saying
Sing it !

HULLODER
Words and Music
by Robert Wyatt

If I were black, and I lived here
I'd want to be
A big man in the FBI
Or the CIA
But as I'm not
And of course I don't
And as I'm free
White and twenty-one
I don't need more power than I've got
Except for some times when I'm broke

DADA WAS HERE
Words and Music
by Robert Wyatt

Por qué trabajas tú por all ?
Por qué no estas aquí en casa ? La la la...
Yo no sé, Sam... sólo me pregunto
Porque no soy feliz en la escuela?
Es que puedo confiar en alguien que no est ?
Yo no sé, Sam... sólo me pregunto

Es que puedo fumar cuando soy ma viejo ?
Es que puedo creer en el ídolo que queremos ?
Digame si es justo que no estés aquí ?
Para ayudarme, yo no sé, Sam... sólo me preguntan
Yo no sé, no sé, no sé...

THANK YOU, PIERROT LUNAIRE
Words by Robert Wyatt, Music by Hugh Hopper

In his organ solos, he fills 'round the keyboards
Knowing he must find the nicest notes for you to hear

And when I know that he's found them
I feel so good, but I still can't see why people listen
Instead of doing it themselves

But I'm grateful all the same
You're very kind and I don't blame you
I don't mind if you just watch
In fact I'd welcome it, welcome it, welcome it...

HAVE YOU EVER BEAN GREEN?
Words by Robert Wyatt, Music by Hugh Hopper

Thank you Noel and Mitch
Thank you Jim for our exposure to the crowd
And thank you for 'his coattails', Mike, you did us proud

Didn't you?

PATAPHYSICAL INTRODUCTION - PT II
Words and Music
by Robert Wyatt

We'd like to thank you, Brian, very much...
And, uh, George of course...
Thank you George

AS LONG AS HE LIES PERFECTLY STILL
Words by Robert Wyatt, Music by Mike Ratledge

Here's a song for clean machine Kevin Majorca
He's found his own way of live in Majorca
Don't walk, don't drink
Don't talk, just think
Heaven on Earth he'll get there soon

Kevin's highly unlikely to get ill
At least as long as he lies perfectly still
He eats brown rice and fish, how nice
Heaven on Earth, he'll get there soon

Good and bad go so well together in his tunes
He wrote a song and called it the weather - or not
He's Lucky or Pozzo, Estragon and Vladimir
Waiting for something that's already there
Heaven on Earth or is it the moon?

Why, why, why is he sleeping?
Why is the trumpeter weeping?
Kevin maybe asking to get back into my dreams
His voice is so weak now and the customers are screaming
Heavens above, we can't hear what you're saying

We've got something to tell you
Hold on we wanted to thrill you
Reckons it's so nice and it will make you feel better
Something in the nature of a Lullabye Letter

Kevin on Earth there'll be one
Kevin on Earth make room for one
Kevin himself he'll be in
Kevin on Earth, be here
Or you could be now
Or is he found, in Herne Bay...

DEDICATED TO YOU, BUT YOU WEREN'T LISTENING
Words and Music
by Hugh Hopper

Famous parabolic versions
Songs that promise: beauty, sleep, love, sadness.
Do I dream that something's missing?
Hungry, thirsty, open off-peak mind
Give me the truth, give me the truth, give me the truth, tell me...

Songs and verses, handy captions
Photographs of real-life action
Horror, madness
Can it be that something's happening?
Wash me, paint me, but please don't taint me
Give me a chance, give me chance, give me a chance...

When I was young, the sky was blue
And everyone knew what to do
But now it's gone, the telly's here
Mass media, the sewer too

Universal maximillion
Eight rare cases, chickenpox and crawling gladness
Seemingly it's nothing happening
Cure my doctor, don't swallow him down
Give me the cure, give me the cure, give me the cure...

The night was cool, the moon was bright,
The air was clear with oxygen
The stars were there, and in my eyes
Were thousands of chrysanthemums

Don't use magnets
Geophysics carry you back
Wholesome, healthfood, homepride, satisfied
Something outside gives out hunger
Face my mirror, electricity...

PIG
Words by Robert Wyatt,
Music by Mike Ratledge

Suspenders and stockings
Look more sexy than the tights girls are wearing
But even there, weren't the time wasted
Time that could be spent completely nude, bare, naked?

Virgins are boring
They should be grateful for the things they're ignoring
Why be smug about the time wasted
Time that could be spent completely nude, bare, naked

Knickers and panties
We are groping under knickers and pants
But is it worth it, all that time wasted?
Time we could've spent completely nude, bare, naked
With nothing on at all
Nothing, no clothes on
Nude, naked bare...