@ALBUM: Raw Cuts Raw Cuts by The Soft Boys Spaceward Studios 1977 Robyn Hitchcock - Vocals and Guitar Alan Davies - Guitar and Drums Morris Windsor - Drums and Vocals All tracks written by The Soft Boys (I think they're really written by just Robyn Hitchcock) @SONG: The Yodelling Hoover Everything goes down, oh yeah The jewels in the crown, oh yeah She don't know why she does it, oh no Maybe just because it tickles, yeah You're very French But your hearts a target for the East There she goes again Singing like a drain Sucking on a brain Crawling through a train Oozing with a snake Hope it doesn't break Squash it on your cake Deeply in a lake I'm very dry But my lips are tainted by your heart Here come the yodelling hoover She's gonna yodel over you She's gonna yodel over you, yeah Baby/Tell me what's the use Of being an excuse Your dust encrusted rust Your dessicated lust Of other people stuff You never get enough And everything you see It goes into your mouth She's very fat But he hearts encrusted by those fans Here come the yodelling hoover She's gonna yodel over you She's gonna yodel over you Here come the yodelling hoover She's gonna yodel over you She's gonna yodel over you She's gonna yodel over you She's gonna yodel over you @SONG: Give It To The Soft Boys Feel like asking a tree for an autograph And I feel like making love to a photograph Photographs don't smell Yeah - Give it to the Soft Boys Soft Boys Well I told you baby I was the only one Then I left myself and now you're the lonely one Machines can't dream Yeah - Give it to the Soft Boys Soft Boys Well hard boys groove and white boys mausterbate But then soft boys wind up that a Doctor Meseschmict He just a one-o-nines 'em Yeah - Give it to the Soft Boys Soft Boys @SONG: Vyrna Knowl Is A Headbanger She bangs a bowl She bangs a bat She bangs a ball and builds her cat She bangs her head Against the wall She bangs her head and slides her fat She catches Handel in her flat Her man is right In greasy silk A split tomato in his mind A crumpled heart Sags to the sea Tomato heart escaping gas She has her man in rubber skin Of all the people that I know The ones I like I love the best The fishes in the sewer pipes The highway man is yellow stripes At least I'm not a coathanger Vyrna Knowl you're a headbanger B-b-b-b-b-b-b-bang She tangs her fag She taints her cyst She fludles gun around her rug She twists her fang She tugs her foot She muffles hamsters in a squat Her hair's on his marshmallow pout His head is rich Enough to burst Fresh ale and flies on melon halves were like enstrung Around her calves You wind up living somewhere cheap And die upon a compost heap Well all the people I don't know The ones I do I hate the most The twisted father of mankind 'S enough to drive a poor boy blind At least I'm not a coathanger Vyrna Knowl you're a headbanger Bang She bangs it once and that's no lies She bangs it twice and both her eyes Come dangle out on yo-yo strings Her head bore branches on a sheath And Vyrna bubbles on the heath "My heart is full of soap," she sighs A tounge of stalk And tender leaves And then she'll eat Her skull it ____ and splits And like an egg It dribbles down your inside leg Don't get me wrong I'm quite okay She tounges a cat She tounges a cake She throws transistors in a lake She throws her head Far through the door I wonder what she does that for I wonder what she think I gots Yeah, listen Vyrna (Shutdown) There ain't nothing in here but your own sweet mind (Shutdown) If it bothers you we can turn it off (Shutdown) With your silly red shoes and your grecian urn (Shutdown) And your feet potted out of a veiled cocoon (Shutdown) Like an overweight butteyfly on a thin red scone A rotting statue on a feathery dawn Invented you one summer's morn At least I'm not a coathanger Vyrna Kowl you're a headbanger @SONG: Hear My Brane Hear my brane a coming Down your slender track Ever since I went away I've been wishing I was back Oh yeah, wishing I could quack Feel me head a coming Through your window pane The glass melts when the head comes through and seals back again Oh yes - Indeed - Quite so - In fact Maybe you'll remember Maybe you'll forget It doesn't matter very much it hasn't happened yet Oh no, it hasn't happened yet She sells brain cells She sells brain She there when I'm hungry Rob me when I'm bad Teach me foreign languages But don't give me any food Ah no, don't give me anything to eat @SONG: The Face Of Death The face of death is my best friend He lurks behind my favourite vent And though we meet we never speak I've got a feeling he's unique He looks so crushed but he's alright He eat his food He sleeps at night His leather jacket's quite like mine I'm we two would get on fine But some someday I'll make him mine I'll wear your face I'll come to tea My place or yours And then you'll see It's like walking through a mirror He tried to hard It never came to anything They burn his name They threw him out Cause he was wrong And left him trapped inside this song @SONG: Wading Through A Ventilator I fix my fish I fool my frog I fray my feet I drag my dog I drag my dirt Across the wall I squash my ___ just like my grub I bang ____ in a pub My girl is right In greasy silk A split tomato in her mind A crumpled heart Sagged to the sea Tomato heart Escaping gas I think my girl has rubber skin Of all the people that I know The ones I like I love the best The fishes in the sewer pipes The highway man in yellow stripes It might not now but it will be later Wading through your ventilator Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh I tang my fag You taint your cyst The pretty Bob he Licks my stamp And twists her fang She tugs his foot We think of better things and laugh Her hair's on my marshmallow pout My head is rich Enough to burst Without me struggling in my car Fresh ale and flies On melon halves You wind up living somewhere cheap And die upon a compost heap Of all the people I don't know The ones I do I hate the most The twisted father of mankind 'S enough to drive a poor boy blind It might not now but it could be later Wading through your ventilator I wading in and that's a fact The meat was cut the meat was packed You shredded me with icy strings As coiled salami I was led Into a holy stocking shed My life like antiseptic stings A tounge of stalk And tender leaves And then she'll eat Her skull it _____ and splits And like an egg It dribbles down your inside leg Don't get me wrong I'm quite okay I drank a cat I sun a cake She throws transistors in my lake I threw her head Far through the door You wonder what I do that for They wonder what she think I gots Listen baby There ain't nothing in here but my own sweet mind If it bothers you we can turn it off With my antelope cheek and my raven's eye And my buffalo heart and a crocodiles hide And my salmon head wait on a moose's neck A breathing fungus on a hemoraged lawn Invented me one summers morn I lost you now but I'll catch you later Wading through your ventilator