"His private persona erupted on Rock Bottom (1974), one of rock music's supreme masterpieces, a veritable transfiguration of both rock and jazz. Its pieces straddle the unlikely border between an intense religious hymn and a childish nursery rhyme. Along that imaginary line, Wyatt carved a deep trench of emotional outpouring, where happiness, sorrow, faith and resignation found a metaphysical unity. The astounding originality of that masterpiece, and its well-crafted flow of consciousness, were never matched by Wyatt's later releases." -Piero Scaruffi on Rock Bottom
"Sea Song" lyrics:
You look different every time
you come from the foam crested brine,
it's your skin shining softly in the
moonlight.
Partly fish, partly porpoise, partly
baby sperm whale
Am I yours, are you mine
to play with?
Joking apart,
when you're drunk you're terrific,
when you're drunk I like you mostly
late at night, you're quite all right.
But I can't understand
the different you in the morning
when it's time to play at being
human for a while.
Please smile.
You'll be different in the spring, I know
you're a seasonal beast,
like the starfish that drift in with the tide, with the tide.
So until your blood runs to meet
the next full moon,
your madness fits in nicely
with my own, with my own.
Your lunacy fits neatly with my own,
my very own.
We're not alone.
"A Last Straw" lyrics:
Seaweed tangled in our
home from home,
reminds me of your
rocky bottom.
Please don't wait for
the paperweight,
err on the good side.
Touch us when we collapse.
Into the water we'll go
head over heel.
We'll not grow fat inside
the mammary gland.
Into the water we'll go
head over heel.
A head behind me
buried deep in the sand.
"Little Red Riding Hood Hit the Road" lyrics:
Orlandon't tell me, oh no.
Don't say, oh God don't tell me.
Oh dear me, heavens above.
Oh no, I can't stand it.
Stop please, oh deary me.
What in heaven's name.
Oh blimey. Mercy me. Woe are we.
Oh dear. Oh stop it, stop it.
You've been so kind,
I know, I know.
So why did I hurt you?
I didn't mean to hurt you.
But I'll keep trying,
and I'm sure you will too.
"Alifib" lyrics:
No nit not.
Nit no not
Nit nit folly bololey.
Alife my larder.
Alife my larder.
I can't forsake you,
or forsqueak you,
Alife my larder.
Alife my larder.
Confiscate,
or make you late you, you
Alife my larder, Alife my larder.
No nit not.
Nit no not
Nit nit folly bololey.
Burlybunch, the water mole
Hellyplop and fingerhole
Not a wossit, bundy, see.
For jangle and bojangle
trip trip pip pippy pippy pip pip
landerim.
Alife my larder.
Alife my larder.
"Alife" lyrics:
Not nit.
Not nit.
No, not nit. Nit.
Folly bololey.
Alife my larder.
Alife my larder.
I can't forsake you
or forsqueak you.
Alife my larder.
Alife my larder.
Confiscate
or make you late you, you.
Alife my larder,
Alife my larder.
No nit not.
No nit not.
Nit folly bololey.
Burlybunch the water mole
Hellyplop and fingerhole
Not a wossit, bundy, see?
For jangle and bojangle.
Trip trip pip pip pip pip pip pip landerim.
Alife my larder.
Alife my larder.
(I'm not your larder,
jammy jars and mustard.
I'm not your dinner,
you soppy old custard.
And what's a bololey
when it's a folly?
I'm not your larder,
I'm your dear little dolly.
But when plops get too helly
I'll fill up your belly.
I'm not your larder,
I'm Alife your guarder.)
"Little Red Robin Hood Hit the Road" lyrics:
In the garden of England,
dead moles lie inside their holes.
The dead-end tunnels crumble
in the rain, underfoot.
Innit a shame?
Can't you see them?
Can't you see them?
Roots can't hold them.
Bugs console them.
I fight with the handle of my little brown broom.
I pull out the wires of the telephone.
I hurt in the head, and I hurt in the aching bone.
Now I smash up the telly with remains of the
broken phone.
I fighting for the crust of the little brown loaf.
I want it. I want it. I want it. Give it to me.
I give it you back when I finish the lunchtea.
I lie in the road, try to trip up the passing cars.
Yes, me and the hedgehog, we bursting the
tyres all day.
As we roll down the highway towards the setting
sun,
I reflect on the life of the highwayman, yum yum.
Now I smash up the telly and what's left of the
broken phone.
Ah ah ah ah ah!
you come from the foam crested brine,
it's your skin shining softly in the
moonlight.
Partly fish, partly porpoise, partly
baby sperm whale
Am I yours, are you mine
to play with?
Joking apart,
when you're drunk you're terrific,
when you're drunk I like you mostly
late at night, you're quite all right.
But I can't understand
the different you in the morning
when it's time to play at being
human for a while.
Please smile.
You'll be different in the spring, I know
you're a seasonal beast,
like the starfish that drift in with the tide, with the tide.
So until your blood runs to meet
the next full moon,
your madness fits in nicely
with my own, with my own.
Your lunacy fits neatly with my own,
my very own.
We're not alone.
"A Last Straw" lyrics:
Seaweed tangled in our
home from home,
reminds me of your
rocky bottom.
Please don't wait for
the paperweight,
err on the good side.
Touch us when we collapse.
Into the water we'll go
head over heel.
We'll not grow fat inside
the mammary gland.
Into the water we'll go
head over heel.
A head behind me
buried deep in the sand.
"Little Red Riding Hood Hit the Road" lyrics:
Orlandon't tell me, oh no.
Don't say, oh God don't tell me.
Oh dear me, heavens above.
Oh no, I can't stand it.
Stop please, oh deary me.
What in heaven's name.
Oh blimey. Mercy me. Woe are we.
Oh dear. Oh stop it, stop it.
You've been so kind,
I know, I know.
So why did I hurt you?
I didn't mean to hurt you.
But I'll keep trying,
and I'm sure you will too.
"Alifib" lyrics:
No nit not.
Nit no not
Nit nit folly bololey.
Alife my larder.
Alife my larder.
I can't forsake you,
or forsqueak you,
Alife my larder.
Alife my larder.
Confiscate,
or make you late you, you
Alife my larder, Alife my larder.
No nit not.
Nit no not
Nit nit folly bololey.
Burlybunch, the water mole
Hellyplop and fingerhole
Not a wossit, bundy, see.
For jangle and bojangle
trip trip pip pippy pippy pip pip
landerim.
Alife my larder.
Alife my larder.
"Alife" lyrics:
Not nit.
Not nit.
No, not nit. Nit.
Folly bololey.
Alife my larder.
Alife my larder.
I can't forsake you
or forsqueak you.
Alife my larder.
Alife my larder.
Confiscate
or make you late you, you.
Alife my larder,
Alife my larder.
No nit not.
No nit not.
Nit folly bololey.
Burlybunch the water mole
Hellyplop and fingerhole
Not a wossit, bundy, see?
For jangle and bojangle.
Trip trip pip pip pip pip pip pip landerim.
Alife my larder.
Alife my larder.
(I'm not your larder,
jammy jars and mustard.
I'm not your dinner,
you soppy old custard.
And what's a bololey
when it's a folly?
I'm not your larder,
I'm your dear little dolly.
But when plops get too helly
I'll fill up your belly.
I'm not your larder,
I'm Alife your guarder.)
"Little Red Robin Hood Hit the Road" lyrics:
In the garden of England,
dead moles lie inside their holes.
The dead-end tunnels crumble
in the rain, underfoot.
Innit a shame?
Can't you see them?
Can't you see them?
Roots can't hold them.
Bugs console them.
I fight with the handle of my little brown broom.
I pull out the wires of the telephone.
I hurt in the head, and I hurt in the aching bone.
Now I smash up the telly with remains of the
broken phone.
I fighting for the crust of the little brown loaf.
I want it. I want it. I want it. Give it to me.
I give it you back when I finish the lunchtea.
I lie in the road, try to trip up the passing cars.
Yes, me and the hedgehog, we bursting the
tyres all day.
As we roll down the highway towards the setting
sun,
I reflect on the life of the highwayman, yum yum.
Now I smash up the telly and what's left of the
broken phone.
Ah ah ah ah ah!
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