{"id":3376,"date":"2014-08-19T10:00:08","date_gmt":"2014-08-19T10:00:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/?p=3376"},"modified":"2021-05-03T22:07:33","modified_gmt":"2021-05-03T22:07:33","slug":"robert-wyatt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/?p=3376","title":{"rendered":"Robert Wyatt  +  Kevin Ayers"},"content":{"rendered":"<h6 style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2022\u2192<a href=\"http:\/\/www.strongcomet.com\/wyatt\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">http:\/\/www.strongcomet.com\/wyatt\/<\/a><\/h6>\n<p><strong>\u25ca \u2192 <a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=193R8zjWUb8\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">&#8216;SHIPBUILDING&#8217;\u00a0<\/a>\u00a0\u2193<\/strong>\u00a0 [Elvis Costello &amp; Clive Langer]<\/p>\n<p>[released back in 1982 as a protest against the war which broke out between Britain and Argentina]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/rBXOIudgPGI\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<address><strong>Is it worth it?<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>A new winter coat and shoes for the wife<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>And a bicycle on the boy&#8217;s birthday<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>It&#8217;s just a rumour that was spread around town<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>By the women and children &#8211;\u00a0<\/strong><strong>Soon we&#8217;ll be shipbuilding&#8230;&#8230;.<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>Well, I ask you<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>The boy said \u00abDad they&#8217;re going to take me to task, <\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>but I&#8217;ll be back by Christmas\u00bb<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>It&#8217;s just a rumour that was spread around town<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>Somebody said that someone got filled in<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>For saying that people get killed in<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>The result of this shipbuilding<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>With all the will in the world d<\/strong><strong>iving for dear life<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>When we could be diving for pearls<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>It&#8217;s just a rumour that was spread around town<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>A telegram or a picture postcard<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>Within weeks they&#8217;ll be re-opening the shipyards<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>And notifying the next of kin &#8211;\u00a0<\/strong><strong>Once again<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>It&#8217;s all we&#8217;re skilled in &#8211;\u00a0<\/strong><strong>We will be shipbuilding&#8230;&#8230;..<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>With all the will in the world<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>Diving for dear life &#8211;\u00a0<\/strong><strong>When we could be diving for pearls.<\/strong><\/address>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\">\u25ca\u00a0 &#8216;Lisp service&#8217; \u00a0\u21d3<\/h6>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?t=130&amp;v=jgNk1vcGKYM\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-47204\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/lisp_service.jpg\" alt=\"lisp_service\" width=\"280\" height=\"280\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/lisp_service.jpg 280w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/lisp_service-150x150.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 280px) 100vw, 280px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<h6>\u25ca \u00a0 &#8216;FREE WILL &amp; TESTAMENT&#8217; \u00a0\u2193 \u00a0[<strong>Wyatt &amp; Kramer]<\/strong><\/h6>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Fv_F29h_qxM\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<address><strong>Given free will but within certain limitations,<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>I cannot will myself to limitless mutations,<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>I cannot know what I would be if I were not me,<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>I can only guess me.<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>So when I say that I know me, how can I know that?<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>What kind of spider understands arachnophobia?<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>I have my senses and my sense of having senses.<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>Do I guide them? Or they me?<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>The weight of dust exceeds the weight of settled objects.<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>What can it mean, such gravity without a centre?<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>Is there freedom to un-be?<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>Is there freedom from will-to-be?<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>Sheer momentum makes us act this way or that way.<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>We just invent or just assume a motivation.<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>I would disperse, be disconnected. Is this possible?<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>What are soldiers without a foe?<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>Be in the air, but not be air, be in the no air.<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>Be on the loose, neither compacted nor suspended.<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>Neither born nor left to die.<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>Had I been free, I could have chosen not to be me.<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>Demented forces push me madly round a treadmill.<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>Demented forces push me madly round a treadmill.<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>Let me off please, I am so tired.<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>Let me off please, I am so very tired.<\/strong><\/address>\n<h5>\u25ca\u2192 \u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.dailymotion.com\/video\/x6fjyp\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">&#8216;Sea Song&#8217;<\/a><\/h5>\n<address><strong>You look different every time you come<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>From the foam-crested brine<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>Your skin shining softly in the moonlight<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>Partly fish, partly porpoise, partly baby sperm whale<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>Am I yours? Are you mine to play with?<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>Joking apart &#8211; when you&#8217;re drunk you&#8217;re terrific when you&#8217;re drunk<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>I like you mostly late at night you&#8217;re quite alright<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>But I can&#8217;t understand the different you in the morning<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>When it&#8217;s time to play at being human for a while please smile!<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>You&#8217;ll be different in the spring, I know<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>You&#8217;re a seasonal beast like the starfish that drift in with the tide<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>So until your your blood runs to meet the next full moon<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>You&#8217;re madness fits in nicely with my own<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>Your lunacy fits neatly with my own, my very own<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>We&#8217;re not alone<\/strong><\/address>\n<h5>\u25ca\u2192 \u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=UyNLtDWfe_s\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">&#8216;Alifib&#8217;\u00a0<\/a><\/h5>\n<address><strong>Not nit not nit no not &#8211;\u00a0<\/strong><strong>Nit nit folly bololey<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>Alifi my larder &#8211;\u00a0<\/strong><strong>Alifi my larder<\/strong><\/address>\n<address>\u00a0<\/address>\n<address><strong>I can&#8217;t forsake you or \u00a0f<\/strong><strong>orsqueak you<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>Alifi my larder &#8211;\u00a0<\/strong><strong>Alifi my larder<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>Confiscate or make you \u00a0l<\/strong><strong>ate you you<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>Alifi my larder &#8211; Alifi my guarder<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>Not nit not nit no not \u00a0&#8211; \u00a0<\/strong><strong>Nit nit folly bololy<\/strong><\/address>\n<address>\u00a0<\/address>\n<address><strong>Burlybunch, the water mole<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>Hellyplop and fingerhole<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>Not a wossit bundy, see ?<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>For jangle and bojangle<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>Trip trip\u00a0<\/strong><strong>Pip pippy pippy pip pip landerim<\/strong><\/address>\n<address><strong>Alifi my larder \u00a0&#8211; \u00a0<\/strong><strong>Alifi my guarder<\/strong><\/address>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center;\">\u221e\u00a0 &#8216;Amber &amp; the Amberines&#8217; \u2193 \u00a0(Wyatt &amp; Hopper)<\/h4>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">[originally from <em>\u00abWork in Progress\u00bb<\/em> ep 1984, song is about U.S. invasion of tiny Carribean island Grenada in 1983]<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/KCeafelO1bc\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Here&#8217;s to the Fidel few c<\/strong><strong>learing road and landslide<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Children of history c<\/strong><strong>hanging from the inside<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Non just because Che Guevara showed the way<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Not just to shame the C.I.A.<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Everyone needs to feel at home<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Nobody wins who fights alone<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Here&#8217;s to the N.J.M. p<\/strong><strong>lanning for the future<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Women and men who dared raise our aspirations<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Not just because Maurice Bishop told them to<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Not just to change the western view<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Everyone needs to feel at home<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Nobody wins who fights alone<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>And here&#8217;s to our friends like Chris,\u00a0<\/strong><strong>working in the classrooms<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>London to Mozambique, n<\/strong><strong>ursing wounds of empire<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Not just because revolution paved the way<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Not just to be there on the day<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Everyone needs to feel at home<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Nobody wins who fights alone<\/strong><\/address>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/XEJOnixoe6E\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u2022 \u00a0A rare version of the same song, \u2191\u00a0 featuring fellow <strong>Hugh Hopper\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: left;\">\u2207\u00a0 &#8216;The Age of Self&#8217; \u00a0\u21d3<\/h6>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=aWPRHqptlVU\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\" size-full wp-image-45023 alignleft\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/ageofself.jpg\" alt=\"ageofself\" width=\"170\" height=\"151\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/ageofself.jpg 170w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/08\/ageofself-150x133.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 170px) 100vw, 170px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>They say\u00a0the working class is dead, we&#8217;re all consumers now<br \/>\nThey say\u00a0that we have moved ahead &#8211; we&#8217;re all just people now<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s people doing &#8216;frightfully well&#8217; there&#8217;s others on the shelf<br \/>\nBut never mind the second kind this is\u00a0the age\u00a0of self<\/p>\n<p>And it seems to me if we forget our roots and where we stand<br \/>\nThe movement\u00a0will disintegrate like castles built on sand<\/p>\n<p>They say\u00a0we need new images to help our movement grow<br \/>\nThey say\u00a0that life is broader based as if we didn&#8217;t know<br \/>\nWhile Martin J. and Robert M. play with printer&#8217;s ink<br \/>\nThe workers &#8216;round the world still die for Rio Tinto Zinc<\/p>\n<p>And it seems to me if we forget our roots and where we stand<br \/>\nThe movement\u00a0will disintegrate like castles built on sand<\/p>\n<p><strong>\u2207\u00a0 &#8216;The British Road&#8217;\u00a0 \u21d3<\/strong><\/p>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=yiI0bW9Nh00\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-51076\" src=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/the-british-road-png.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"506\" height=\"254\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/the-british-road-png.png 506w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/the-british-road-png-300x151.png 300w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/the-british-road-png-150x75.png 150w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/the-british-road-png-400x201.png 400w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 506px) 100vw, 506px\" \/><\/a><\/address>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u03a6 \u00a0\u00a0Robert Wyatt \u00a0\u2193 \u00a0<\/strong>&#8216;Round Midnight&#8217; \u00a0[T. Monk]<\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/sbJwZBBcVOU\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Tears you&#8217;ve shed today will pause, waiting until tomorrow<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Dreams of what could be\u00a0come close to me, timidly<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>There&#8217;s a\u00a0brand new day\u00a0in sight\u00a0at that time: round about midnight<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Life&#8217;s game of chance\u00a0and you&#8217;re one of the minor players<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Look for what you lost\u00a0for days to come, harbour some<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Let your spirit start the fight\u00a0at that time: round about midnight<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Every day&#8217;s going to bring some sad times\u00a0&#8211;\u00a0Every day&#8217;s going to bring some glad times<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>So take what you can of the glad times<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Don&#8217;t\u00a0measure\u00a0your pleasure\u00a0in nickels and dimes<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Look back on today and you&#8217;ll know\u00a0when you have been unhappy<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Tears done, chased away\u00a0&#8211;\u00a0What might at night have their day<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Let your eyes put out their light\u00a0at that time: round about midnight<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Round about midnight<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.lyricsfreak.com\/b\/billie+holiday\/strange+fruit_20017859.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"attachment noopener wp-att-47380 noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-47380\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/sfruit.jpg\" alt=\"sfruit\" width=\"283\" height=\"283\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/sfruit.jpg 283w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/sfruit-150x150.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 283px) 100vw, 283px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/biOVMYMBQEg\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>Read an extract from Marcus O&#8217;Dair&#8217;s biography <em>Different Every Time: The Authorised Biography Of Robert Wyatt<\/em>\u00a0(published by\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.serpentstail.com\/book-detail\/9781846687594\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Serpent&#8217;s Tail<\/a>). This chapter traces Wyatt&#8217;s teenage years, beginning just after his first suicide attempt as a teenager, tracing his development through the tutelage of Ram\u00f3n Farr\u00e1n at the writer Robert Graves&#8217;s Mallorca home, the emergence of a so-called Canterbury scene, to the birth of his first son<\/p>\n<h3><a href=\"https:\/\/www.thewire.co.uk\/about\/contributors\/robert-wyatt\/robert-wyatt_different-every-time\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter  wp-image-52788\" src=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/Different-every-time.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"400\" height=\"321\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/Different-every-time.jpg 518w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/Different-every-time-300x240.jpg 300w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/Different-every-time-150x120.jpg 150w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/08\/Different-every-time-400x320.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 400px) 100vw, 400px\" \/><\/a><\/h3>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Robert left the Langton school at the start of 1962 and enrolled at the local art college. It could have been a fertile environment. Painting and sculpture had been keen interests since childhood, with the Swiss painter Paul Klee a particular favourite, and for a period Robert saw a future in fine art as more probable than in music.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">As a kind of a parallel education system for adolescent non-conformists, art schools offered a path into music too, one followed by numerous contemporaries, such as John Lennon, Keith Richards, Eric Clapton, Ray Davies, Syd Barrett and Pete Townshend. Robert\u2019s stint at art school, however, proved little more successful than his time at the Langton: \u00abI think it was while I was there: he reflects, \u00abthat I realised I was more interested in music, funnily enough.\u00bb<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">He left after a single term. For some alumni of the Langton, especially those bright young things of the &#8216;u stream&#8217;, the subsequent years were straightforward: first sixth form, then university and employment. For Wyatt, it was instead a rudderless time, driven by a kind of existential recklessness. \u00abI had the youth ideology. I didn\u2019t expect to live long. I didn\u2019t even learn to do anything properly. I couldn\u2019t see the point, since I had no intention of living long enough to need to know anything very much. The 1960s were a vertiginously steep learning curve for me, and I didn\u2019t get anything right.\u00bb The drifting began with a journey to Mallorca to stay with Robert Graves, who had remained a family friend since the 1930s; Robert believes he was actually named in the poet\u2019s honour. Yet as he and companion George Neidorf made their pilgrimage through olive trees and lemon orchards to Canellufi, Graves\u2019s home in the rural village of Dei\u00e0, Robert found himself increasingly troubled by his namesake\u2019s formidable reputation. Graves had first emerged as a First World War poet, a contemporary of Wilfred Owen and Siegfried Sassoon. By the early 1960s, he had written the historical novel\u00a0<em>I, Claudius<\/em>; the autobiographical\u00a0<em>Goodbye To All That<\/em>;\u00a0<em>The White Goddess<\/em>, a pioneering study of mythology; and various translations of Latin and Greek texts. And he was Professor of Poetry at Oxford.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Robert needn\u2019t have felt daunted. Graves, he laughs, \u00abwas very relieved that I was virtually illiterate and hadn\u2019t read any of his stuff\u00bb. Although born in the reign of Queen Victoria, the puckish poet represented a walking, talking rejection of social and moral restraint. Known for his passionate relationships with muses such as Laura Riding, Graves was not averse to occasional marijuana use and dabbled in hallucinogens. He also retained a physical grace unusual for a man in his late sixties. \u00abI was completely knocked out by him,\u00bb says Wyatt. \u00abQuite awestruck. A magnificent bloke, bit of a giant. Fantastically handsome. I remember him leaping down the side of the mountain, like a goat, when everyone else was clambering. I thought he was absolutely fantastic. He really, quite obviously, was your proper great man.\u00bb Bebop deities aside, Wyatt may consider himself an atheist. But he couldn\u2019t fail to be seduced by Graves\u2019s idiosyncratic take on spirituality. With its tapestry of folklore, mythology, religion and the muse responsible for poetry of passion,\u00a0<em>The White Goddess<\/em>, the poet\u2019s 1948 \u00abhistorical grammar of poetic myth\u00bb, would enchant everyone from Ted Hughes to Thomas Pynchon. \u00abIt gave me a sense of the world,\u00bb Robert recalls, \u00abnot just as a geographical place but as an endless story of amazing myths, and different states of mind.\u00bb<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The classical scholar was also a fan of avant-garde jazz and had embraced Cecil Taylor, no less, at a gig in New York. Graves encouraged Robert as a drummer, soon giving him the nickname Batty from the Spanish word bateria, meaning drumkit. Robert even had a few lessons from Graves\u2019s future son-in-law, the young Catalan drummer Ram\u00f3n Farr\u00e1n.\u00bb Ram\u00f3n was a young jazz musician,\u00bb remembers Robert, \u00aband both he and George Neidorf taught me things. That was very valuable. In fact, some of my first live gigs ever were at Canellufi. Robert used to get people to do things. There were always lots of people around, and everybody had to do something at these meals. It was terrifying; you had to sing a song or something. I used to do vocal percussion duets with Ram\u00f3n Farr\u00e1n.\u00bb The Dei\u00e0 lifestyle of sangria and beach barbecues was later compared by Graves\u2019s son William to the hedonism of Federico Fellini\u2019s\u00a0<em>La Dolce Vita<\/em>. Wyatt recalls paradisiacal afternoons playing conga drums in the open air with Mati Klarwein, whose artwork would later grace Miles Davis and Santana album covers, as the Mediterranean nibbled at fishermen\u2019s huts below. It\u2019s hard to imagine a more healing environment for the teenage Wyatt to convalescence from an attempted suicide. After five months in this Eden, however, George Neidorf announced that he was moving on: his girlfriend was pregnant, and they were heading to Greece for the birth. Robert too realised it was time to leave and took the ferry to mainland Spain. The journey home brought him back to reality with a jolt. \u00abI was sleeping on benches in Barcelona because I couldn\u2019t afford to go in anywhere,\u00bb he explains. \u00abI came back and had to go to the doctor with malnutrition.\u00bb<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Back home at Wellington House in late 1962, Robert took a job with the Forestry Commission in Kent\u2019s Lyminge Forest. The working day began at five in the morning; Canellufi could hardly have felt more distant. \u00abIt was a very cold winter,\u00bb recollects Wyatt. \u00abThey said, \u201cOh, he\u2019s been to a grammar school, he won\u2019t stick it out. It\u2019s too tough.\u00bb So I did stick it out until the weather got better, just to prove that I could.\u00bb As soon as he had done enough to defend his reputation, however, Robert left the job and moved to London. Sharing his flat in Belsize Park were Kevin Ayers, Hugh Hopper and Ted Bing, a schoolfriend who later worked as a Soft Machine roadie. \u00abThere were four of us in one room,\u00bb Robert remembers. \u00abIt was quite a big room, with a permanent smell of hot curry coming up the staircase and a pregnant prostitute in a little room next door. She used to come and dance for us in her leotard.\u00bb<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Daevid Allen had also moved to London and soon enlisted Robert and Hugh as the rhythm section of his new group. Inspired by Beat Generation writers of the previous decade, the Daevid Allen Trio set out to combine poetry with avant-garde jazz. Using Daevid\u2019s contacts, the trio secured a four-night booking at the Establishment Club in Soho.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The focal point of the early 1960s satire boom, the Establishment Club was co-owned by Peter Cook and hosted jazz gigs by the likes of Dudley Moore: a fine pianist as well as Cook\u2019s comedy partner. Yet Robert\u2019s first Soho gig did not go well: \u00abWe played there for a night,\u00bb he recalls, \u00aband they said \u201cGod, no!\u201d and threw us out. They just wanted foot-tapping jazz, which Dudley Moore was very good at, very good indeed. I completely agree with them, in retrospect.\u00bb<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The trio\u2019s ejection clearly still rankled with Allen the following month, when the trio performed at the Marquee Club on London\u2019s Oxford Street. With poor syntax but righteous indignation, Allen introduced Song Of The Jazzman as \u00abSomething we got fired from the Establishment Club because of\u00bb. \u00abWe had a contract for three months supposedly,\u00bb he continued, hipster drawl captured on the album\u00a0<em>Live 1963<\/em>, recorded at the Marquee Club (and released four decades later). \u00abHowever, because we did some poetry and some rather strange things there, I\u2019m afraid they gave us the big shove \u2013 with a very carefully gloved, immaculate hand.\u00bb<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Although of interest as his first recording,\u00a0<em>Live 1963<\/em>\u00a0offers little insight into Wyatt as a musician, since the trio was dominated by Allen\u2019s wry, rambling poems. As a rhythm section, however, Robert and Hugh were already sufficiently robust to withstand Daevid\u2019s unorthodox guitar style, which he himself describes with glee as a cross between jazz guitarist Charlie Christian and ukulele comedian George Formby. And in its line-up, at least, this was a proto-Soft Machine, with the trio augmented on a couple of numbers on piano by Mike Ratledge, then studying Psychology and Philosophy at Oxford.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The Marquee show, organised by poet Michael Horowitz, introduced the Daevid Allen Trio to an audience much more sympathetic to its mix of poetry and jazz. Through Horovitz, they also landed a gig at London\u2019s Institute of Contemporary Arts, alongside jazz pianist Stan Tracey and Beat Generation novelist William Burroughs \u2013 whose novel The Soft Machine would provide inspiration for a later Wyatt band. Despite such prestigious company, however, the ICA show would mark the end of the line for the Daevid Allen Trio. In the liner notes for\u00a0<em>Live 1963<\/em>, Hugh Hopper attributed the group\u2019s failure to the fact that \u00abas well as being pretty damned challenging, we probably did sound pretty damned awful\u00bb.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Daevid soon moved on to Paris, where he took a room in the Beat Hotel recently vacated by Allen Ginsberg and Peter Orlovsky; Brion Gysin was in the room next door. Robert and Hugh, meanwhile, stayed on in London. It was there, in a Kensington attic flat, that the eighteen year old Wyatt received devastating news from his half brother Julian. Since he had left home, Robert\u2019s parents had sold Wellington House and set off for a new life in southern Italy. The warmer climate, they explained, might ease George\u2019s MS \u2013 although Wyatt now believes his father simply wanted to die in the country with which, during his time in the army, he had become so besotted. Driven by a friend, George and Honor took the best part of a month to reach their destination, making plenty of stops on the way. \u00abThey\u2019d got right the way down to the town where they were going to live,\u00bb says Robert. \u00abAriano, near Naples. They were camping, mostly, on the way down, and they got to the very hilltop overlooking the town. He died the night before they went down there.\u00bb According to the autopsy, George had died from cardiac failure, the result of an enlarged heart brought on by the strain of his illness. But since multiple sclerosis is not in itself fatal, Robert had had no sense that his dad was approaching death. Apart from grief at the early loss of the father he had known for just a decade, the news brought with it a crushing sense of guilt. The temporary rupture in Robert\u2019s relationship with his father, brought on by academic difficulties at the Langton, had become suddenly, wretchedly permanent. \u00abMy dad had been to three universities,\u00bb says Robert, \u00abgot various degrees from Cambridge, Liverpool and Oxford. He\u2019d become a psychologist and he assumed that at last we\u2019d got to a point where university attendance was assumed. And then I\u2019m out there swanning about, working in a forest and hanging about on other people\u2019s kitchen floors abroad. Completely gone as far as he was concerned. He didn\u2019t get it at all. I realised, when he died, that I\u2019d let him down.\u00bb<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The pity is that George Ellidge, who had taken his son to the opera and played him records by Duke Ellington and Fats Waller, would never see the musical career he helped inspire. Three decades later, Robert would dedicate his compilation album\u00a0<em>Flotsam Jetsam<\/em>\u00a0to \u00abGeorge Hargreaves Ellidge, musician, soldier, psychologist and complete nutcase. I miss him more than I know how to say.\u00bb The knowledge that his father died disappointed in him gives Robert nightmares even half a century on.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Had his father lived, Wyatt would perhaps have bowed to pressure to find regular employment, if not to attend university. Instead, bereaved and bandless, he found himself adrift. Hugh Hopper\u2019s return to Canterbury only increased the sense of isolation. \u00abI hadn\u2019t got anywhere to live,\u00bb he sighs. \u00abI just stayed in different places with a big suitcase with my belongings. It wasn\u2019t much: toothbrush, change of clothes, and\u00a0<em>Porgy And Bess<\/em>\u00a0by Miles Davis and Gil Evans.\u00bb A pause. A laugh. \u00abI don\u2019t see what else anybody needs, to this day, actually.\u00bb One unexpected source of solace was a job washing up at the London School of Economics. Founded by Fabian Society members including George Bernard Shaw, the LSE fitted snugly within the left wing world Wyatt had known since childhood. Yet the stint in the canteen also helped inspire his slow drift towards a politics in which anti-racism was the fundamental principle. \u00abThere was a staff of about 80,\u00bb he recalls, \u00abof whom 79 were black women from Brixton. And they were the most wonderful hosts to me. Whereas the people who hired us \u2013 who were, of course, white \u2013 were very snappy, school ma\u2019am-ish and bossy. But my fellow staff used to tease me something rotten, and I loved it. And they used to take me to their homes at weekends.\u00bb<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Wyatt insists washing up at the LSE was \u00abone of my great experiences. I was a lost child in London and they were the ones who made me feel at home. Later on, I thought: \u201cWhat a paradox\u00bb. People talk about these aliens in our midst but to me, the aliens were the people I was working for. I had nothing against the LSE students and their professors, but to me, they were alien. They were all the people that my dad had wanted me to be, these university people going off to rule the world. It\u2019s not inverted snobbery, I was really happier amongst the kitchen staff.\u00bb<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Robert also made two continental forays. In spring 1964, he headed to Paris to visit Daevid Allen, who was now living on a houseboat on the Seine and hanging out with William Burroughs and American composer Terry Riley. Already developing tape loop techniques inspired by the mesmeric drones of Indian music, Riley would shortly earn himself a position, alongside La Monte Young, Steve Reich and Philip Glass, as one of the four pillars of minimalism. Riley\u2019s sense of music as a vast, open landscape, evident on compositions such as\u00a0<em>In C<\/em>, would influence Robert both as a member of The Soft Machine and as a solo artist. \u00abOne day Daevid brought this young man to my house on Rue Boissonnade,\u00bb the composer recalls. \u00abIt turned out to be Robert Wyatt. He had a trumpet with him with a turned-up bell, like the one Dizzy Gillespie played. I had a little spinet piano there and as I remember the three of us spent the afternoon jamming \u2013 music and poetry. I felt Robert had an extraordinary, mature, inspired quality that seemed unusual for someone so young.\u00bb<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">After returning briefly to England, Robert set off to Mallorca for a second summer with Robert Graves, this time joined by the sun-worshipping Kevin Ayers. The pair stayed in a fisherman\u2019s hut. \u00abIt was very primitive,\u00bb recollects Wyatt. \u00abThere were no taps; just this stone hall with a well in the middle. That was where you got your water, pulled up in a bucket. No electricity.\u00bb<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Graves\u2019s son in law Ram\u00f3n Farr\u00e1n was now running the Indigo jazz club in Palma, and Robert played at the venue on a few occasions. A more prestigious performer at the Indigo was Ronnie Scott, a talented saxophonist better known for his world-famous Soho club \u2013 and not, perhaps, the sort of person one expected to meet through Robert Graves. \u00abYou couldn\u2019t imagine more difference,\u00bb laughs Wyatt. \u00abThis East End Jewish wise guy, really funny and hip, and this patrician classical scholar. But they got on absolutely like a house on fire.\u00bb As both punter and performer, Robert would become a regular at Scott\u2019s venue. He and Ronnie happened to share a birthday, and their joint birthday celebration would become an annual club tradition. To this day, Robert still defines his ethnic group as \u00abSoho\u00bb.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Daevid Allen soon joined Robert and Kevin in Dei\u00e0, and they began to play together: it was at this point, according to Ayers, that the music really began to gel. Ram\u00f3n Farr\u00e1n sometimes joined them, but recalls that Kevin and Daevid were living \u00aba different lifestyle\u00bb. \u00abActually,\u00bb says Farr\u00e1n, \u00abDei\u00e0 is a bit dangerous for a person who hasn\u2019t got a strong personality. It\u2019s really easy to lose yourself in doing nothing, in just having parties, smoking pot and things like that. I used to put them in the right place: \u201cIf you want me to work, I\u2019ll work. But I don\u2019t want nonsense. Work is work and nonsense is nonsense.\u00bb I was a very strict person.\u00bb Thanks to a peculiarly English embarrassment at breaking the rules, Robert would never get into illegal drugs. \u00abI was a very provincial grammar-school boy,\u00bb he admits, \u00abin the sense that I was terrified of breaking the law \u2013 which is, of course, contemptible in artistic circles. I didn\u2019t like dope culture. I wasn\u2019t the slightest bit interested in LSD.\u00bb<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Robert\u2019s moderation was perhaps the result of his liberal upbringing: he might have turned his school jacket inside out, but the genuinely wild behaviour at Wellington House had been largely confined to friends unused to the relaxed regime. Also keeping Robert from lotus-eating was his passion for music. He might have shirked schoolwork, but even the exacting Farr\u00e1n, who provided formal lessons on this second visit to Mallorca, recalls Batty as a joy to teach. Whatever had gone wrong with those early violin and trumpet lessons, Robert clearly lacked neither musical ability nor willingness to learn.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">By the time Robert returned from Mallorca, Britain was in the grip of full blown Beatlemania, as too was America, with the British Invasion spearheaded by the Beatles, Rolling Stones, Animals and Dusty Springfield. By April 1965, the editor of\u00a0<em>Vogue<\/em>\u00a0magazine would declare London the most swinging city in the world.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">In Canterbury, 70 miles south-east of London, Hugh and Brian Hopper did what teenagers all over the UK were doing: they started a band. Brian contributed guitar and saxophone, while Hugh played bass. Kevin and Robert, upon their return from Mallorca, were installed on vocals and drums respectively. Completing the line-up was rhythm guitarist Richard Sinclair. The cousin of Simon Langton schoolmate Dave Sinclair, he would later make his name as a bassist, vocalist and songwriter with bands such as Caravan and Hatfield And The North.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The young musicians rehearsing at the Hopper family home, known as Tanglewood, called themselves The Wild Flowers but soon added an E in tribute to Oscar Wilde. They made the local paper even before their first performance, having been ejected from a local pub on the grounds that their hair was too long. In Canterbury, at least, the 1960s were not yet fully swinging.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Robert and Hugh Hopper might have been common to both acts, but The Wilde Flowers were a very different proposition to the Daevid Allen Trio: while the trio had been inspired by Ornette Coleman and Beat poet Gregory Corso, The Wilde Flowers were more in the mould of Chuck Berry. They did play Herbie Hancock and Nat Adderley numbers, but also songs made famous by Wilson Pickett and James Brown \u2013 even a couple of Kinks and Small Faces tunes. With the focus firmly on the dancefloor, it was a very different role for Wyatt, who was called upon to provide steady sturdy beats when he had previously been trying, with Daevid Allen, to emulate the free jazz drummer Sonny Murray. Then and now, Wyatt\u2019s ears were as open as his countenance: playing for dancers, he insists, is as noble a profession as is available.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Richard Sinclair describes early Wilde Flowers gigs as: \u00abKevin on BBC-shape microphone. Robert on drums, with hat and sometimes shirt. Hugh on flowery-painted Hofner bass guitar. Brian on Rapier maroon guitar, horribly out of tune but with fantastic guitar-hero endeavour. And myself, with limited imagination and large Billy J Kramer quiff, on beautifully in tune, but very out of place, rhythm guitar. All through the same amp: in those days, we had one amp and a very small PA. But we did have new band shirts, made by Mrs Hopper.\u00bb Sinclair also recalls \u00abmany sexy art school girls\u00bb at Wilde Flowers gigs. One such was Pam Howard, blonde and beautiful and by now Wyatt\u2019s girlfriend. That half mile walk to catch Robert\u2019s bus had been worth it. \u00abI suppose I might have been seventeen when I left school and went to art college,\u00bb she recalls, \u00aband it was round about then that I started to go out with Robert. He had just come back from Dei\u00e0, and he had nowhere to live because his mum had moved to Italy, so I used to let him stay in my bedroom. I\u2019d sleep on the sofa and put a note on the door. My father wasn\u2019t very happy about all that, using the place as a hotel, so I left home. I\u2019d just started art college, I\u2019d done the first year. I left home to get a flat so that Robert would have somewhere to live, basically.\u00bb<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Robert moved into Pam\u2019s new flat, in the seaside town of Herne Bay, although they soon moved into Canterbury itself. With only a negligible income from gigs, he took on odd jobs such as hop picking and life modelling. Rather conveniently, however, he was barred from conventional employment due to the length of his hair. In order to pay the rent, Pam dropped out of art college and took a job running guided tours of Canterbury Cathedral. \u00abI was a mouse, I was so in awe,\u00bb she admits. \u00abI must have been bonkers.\u00bb<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">In the late summer of 1965, Pam became pregnant. Suffering morning sickness, she recalls a daily routine of running naked out of the front door to vomit in the front garden, screened from passing pedestrians by only a thin hedge. But she continued to attend Wilde Flowers gigs, Robert improvising a maternity dress by cutting away a circle of fabric to expose her bulging stomach.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Although The Wilde Flowers never signed a record deal, they have, over the years, become celebrated as the Rosetta Stone of what became known as the Canterbury Scene. The phrase is used most often in relation to The Soft Machine and Caravan, as well as Soft Machine progeny \u2013 Wyatt\u2019s subsequent band Matching Mole and the solo work of Kevin Ayers and Daevid Allen. Other associated bands include Hatfield And The North, Delivery, Gilgamesh, Khan, Egg and National Health. Wyatt isn\u2019t keen on the term. No musician likes to be pigeonholed, and he is not the only one to find something claustrophobic in former schoolfriends forever reenacting the bonds of the past. Robert also makes the point that Canterbury was not a kind of English Haight-Ashbury, but a fairly conventional English cathedral town. In fact, there did exist a small group of musicians in and around the city whose sound had \u2013 perhaps more as the years went on \u2013 some shared sense of the English phantasmagoric, slipping between centuries to borrow from folk, modern classical and even church music, as well as contemporary jazz and pop. Caravan are the epitome. At the time, however, it was too small to be properly a scene \u2013 in Daevid Allen\u2019s words, it was just \u00aba bunch of middle class kids from Canterbury grammar, smoking Woodbines and hanging out in front rooms\u00bb. And, in any case, Wyatt regards his own output as outside its parameters.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u00abThere were people who lived in Canterbury,\u00bb he explains. \u00abThe Hopper brothers, the Sinclairs, Pye Hastings, Richard Coughlan. I can see a connection amongst those people. Obviously, the Caravan thing, a very distinctive sound. But I don\u2019t think me or Kevin or Daevid were ever really part of that. I went to school in Canterbury, but I\u2019d get the school bus home at 4:30pm. I didn\u2019t hang around in the evenings with them. I wasn\u2019t with them at weekends.\u00bb<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Maybe it\u2019s the term itself that is at fault. Robert has spent far less time in Canterbury than in Lydden, London or Louth \u2013 and it was in London, and in Europe, that The Soft Machine made their name. Yet the various acts of the so-called Canterbury Scene did share something specific, which went beyond mere geography. The term has come to represent a style of jazz-tinged, pastoral and very English psychedelic rock: slightly surreal, sometimes slightly silly, and as warm and whimsical as a stoned summer afternoon. Such a description would certainly not encompass Wyatt\u2019s entire output, but his music has, at times, shared some Canterbury characteristics. There\u2019s the jazz influence; the complex time signatures; a preference for keyboards over guitars; and a singing voice that, while contemporaries were posing as Delta bluesmen, remained unapologetically rooted in East Kent.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Though they sit right at the root of the Canterbury Scene family tree, The Wilde Flowers were very much a part time concern. Robert was also performing with singer and pianist Norman Hale, the original keyboard player in The Tornadoes \u2013 although he somehow managed to leave the band just before they reached number one with the instrumental Telstar. With a certain logic, the new duo went by the name of Norman And Robert. \u00abIt sounds extraordinary,\u00bb laughs Wyatt, \u00ablike the most effete little thing. But that was good. He was from Liverpool, and we played rock\u2019n\u2019roll. He was a working rock\u2019n\u2019roll pianist in that tradition: not so much Jerry Lee Lewis as Little Richard. He was a very good pianist.\u00bb<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Wyatt was merely moonlighting, but Kevin Ayers would soon leave The Wilde Flowers for good, rejoining the similarly itinerant Daevid Allen in Mallorca. It was the first example of Kevin\u2019s tendency to disappear at unexpected \u2013 and, in career terms, often unsuitable \u2013 moments. Kevin was temporarily replaced as singer by his roommate, Graham Flight, although Robert also sang the occasional number from behind the kit. When Graham himself left in the summer of 1965, Robert moved to the front of the stage. For nine months, Wyatt would be, for the only time in his life, a frontman in the traditional sense.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Richard Coughlan, by odd coincidence Pam Howard\u2019s step uncle, was brought in to replace him on drums. \u00abI was very much in awe of Robert, really,\u00bb admitted the man who would himself go on to a successful career with Caravan. \u00abHe was a good drummer \u2013 much better than I was.\u00bb Even then, Robert was a deeply musical drummer, playing the song rather than merely the beat, while his drummer\u2019s sense of rhythm helped to develop his apparently casual vocal phrasing. He was also a promising frontman: charismatic, boyishly handsome and, for all his self deprecating humour, not lacking in self confidence. \u00abHe was quite good-looking in his own way,\u00bb adds Brian Hopper, who recalls that industry figures at Wilde Flowers gigs would take a particular interest in Robert, \u00aband he was lively, too. He didn\u2019t mind doing a bit of chatting. He didn\u2019t hog the mic but he didn\u2019t mind saying a few things.\u00bb A publicity photo taken at the time, featuring one of the large sewer pipes then being installed near the Hopper family home, supports Wyatt\u2019s frontman credentials. Hugh Hopper is leather-jacketed, bespectacled, slightly gawky; Coughlan politely polo-necked; Brian Hopper in suit and tie and neatly trimmed beard. Robert, impressively cheeky for a man sitting inside a sewer pipe, is by some distance the most colourful and least coltish figure, clad in hat and loud floral tie. While the other three look dutifully into the lens, his own gaze is impishly askance.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">While his confidence and charisma might have made him a natural frontman, however, Wyatt was no shoo-in as lead singer. His vocals were mournful and high in pitch: \u00abJimmy Somerville on valium,\u00bb as he himself has joked. Robert\u2019s voice is as reedy as a soprano saxophone but tremendously affecting despite \u2013 or because of \u2013 these idiosyncrasies. Knots and grain exposed, it is imbued with the same vulnerable, ingenuous quality he has as a human being: \u00abLike a poor innocent cast into a complicated world,\u00bb as friend and collaborator Brian Eno has put it.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Wyatt\u2019s first significant vocal on record is \u00abMemories\u00bb, a Hugh Hopper composition recorded in the spring of 1966. His singing is resolute and resilient as well as frail and fragile. Already, at the age of twenty one, Wyatt\u2019s voice was a curious combination of choirboy and old man, simultaneously world weary and innocent as grass.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">\u00abMemories\u00bb would be perhaps the most durable of all Wilde Flowers tracks. Later covered by both Wyatt and Daevid Allen, it would also show up on 1982\u2019s\u00a0<em>One Down<\/em>\u00a0album by Bill Laswell\u2019s Material, sung by a then unknown Whitney Houston and featuring a sax solo by one of Wyatt\u2019s heroes, the free jazz firebrand Archie Shepp. Another Hugh Hopper number recorded at the spring 1966 session was the equally impressive \u00abImpotence\u00bb. Wyatt contributed lyrics as well as lead vocal \u2013 the subject matter, like the high, hard-won delivery, flying in the face of macho rock\u2019n\u2019roll stereotype. It was such original compositions \u2013 primarily by Hugh Hopper and Kevin Ayers \u2013 that distinguished The Wilde Flowers from other bands on the dancehall circuit.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Meantime, Pam Howard was waiting around at a Wilde Flowers rehearsal when her waters broke. Sam Ellidge was born on 23 May 1966 in Canterbury hospital.<\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00f7\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00f7\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00f7\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00f7\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00f7\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00f7<\/h6>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">\u00a4\u00a0\u00a0Kevin Ayers<\/span> \u00a0[1944-2013]<\/strong><\/h3>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong>\u25ca \u00a0\u25ca \u00a0Shouting In A Bucket Blues\u00a0\u2193<\/strong><\/h5>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/7DPqfcN9eSY\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Sometimes I get too drunk, \u00a0<\/strong><strong>I feel so goddamned low<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>I have no place to go, no one to turn to<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>I think about your loving arms, where I&#8217;d like to be<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>But it&#8217;s selfish as can be, \u00a0and I know it<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>And if I&#8217;m sorry for myself, I&#8217;m sorry for you too<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>&#8216;Cause I&#8217;m the same as you, and I&#8217;m burning<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>So I sing for everyone who feels there&#8217;s no way out<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>So maybe if you all shout someone will hear you<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Listen to them shout<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<strong>I won&#8217;t say that I love you, &#8216;cause that would be a lie<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>I can only say I try, and you know it<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Love is something more or less than\u00a0<\/strong><strong>words can hope to say<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>It&#8217;s something day to day in the life we&#8217;re living<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Lovers come and lovers go but friends are hard to find<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Yes I can count all mine on one finger<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>So I sing for everyone who feels there&#8217;s no way out<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>So maybe if you all shout someone will hear you<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Listen to them shout<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>The distance that&#8217;s between us,\u00a0<\/strong><strong>it just never seems to change<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>There&#8217;s a whole mountain range of misunderstanding<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>So I sing for everyone who feels there&#8217;s no way out<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>So maybe if you all shout \u00a0someone will hear you<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Listen to them shout<\/strong><\/address>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/YUF8WKk7H98\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe>\u2190[Barcelona, feat.<strong> Andy Summers<\/strong>]<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<strong>\u221e \u00a0&#8216;Shouting in a Bucket Blues&#8217; + &#8216;Didn&#8217;t Feel Lonely&#8217;<\/strong><\/p>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Woke up this morning &#8211; went out on the street<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Sniffed a few flowers _ then went back to sleep<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">My head was cloudy but the sky was blue<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">And I didn&#8217;t feel lonely till I thought of you babe<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">I didn&#8217;t feel lonely till I thought of you<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">\n<p class=\"verse\">Later that evening I knocked on your door<br \/>\nAsked how you&#8217;re feeling, you said you weren&#8217;t sure<br \/>\nTook off your costume and you lay on the bed<br \/>\nAnd I came down beside you with the moon in my head<\/p>\n<p class=\"verse\">I whispered nothing sweetly in your ear<br \/>\nI played the music that you like to hear<br \/>\nI held you tightly but you slipped right through<br \/>\nAnd I was left holding someone but I didn&#8217;t know who &#8230;<\/p>\n<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Maybe I&#8217;m crazy and I&#8217;m lost in a dream<br \/>\nBrothers and sisters you know what I mean<br \/>\nYou leave things open and get lost in the space<br \/>\nAnd you have to keep running to keep out of this race<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">you have to keep running to keep out of this race<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Run &#8211; run!<\/address>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left;\">\u25ca \u00a0&#8216;Strange Song&#8217; \u00a0\u2193 [1978]<\/h5>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/t9yC-kds0YE\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Well, I met a traveller<\/strong>\u00a0 &#8211; \u00a0<strong>Never did learn his name;<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> His eyes were bright coloured \u00a0&#8211; \u00a0<\/strong><strong>But not both the same.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>He shook my hand warmly<\/strong>\u00a0 &#8211; \u00a0<strong>I could tell he was strong<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> And he answered my questions<\/strong>\u00a0\u00a0<strong>by singing this song<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">One find it, two lose it\u00a0 &#8211; \u00a0Same everywhere;<br \/>\nOne make it, two take it\u00a0 &#8211; \u00a0Mostly don&#8217;t care.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Well, it rained all that night<\/strong>\u00a0 &#8211; \u00a0<strong>And in the morning, rain still<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> And I saw the traveller<\/strong>\u00a0\u00a0<strong>at the top of the hill<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> He was laughing at the thunder<\/strong>\u00a0 <strong>and banging a gong<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> And, at the top of his voice \u00a0<\/strong><strong>he shouted his song.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>One find it, two lose it<\/strong>\u00a0 &#8211; \u00a0<strong>Same everywhere;<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>One make it, two take it<\/strong>\u00a0 &#8211; \u00a0<strong>Mostly don&#8217;t care.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>When the storm had died down<\/strong>\u00a0 &#8211; \u00a0<strong>He came to my door<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> And he looked really happy<\/strong>\u00a0\u00a0<strong>as he dripped on the floor<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> He said, \u00abPlease excuse me<\/strong>\u00a0\u00a0<strong>but I won\u2019t stay long;<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> Just give me what you don&#8217;t want<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> And then I&#8217;ll move on, singing<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">One find it, two lose it\u00a0 &#8211; \u00a0Same everywhere;<br \/>\nOne make it, two take it\u00a0 &#8211; \u00a0Mostly don&#8217;t care.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>Said he had to keep going<\/strong>\u00a0 &#8211; \u00a0<strong>But he didn\u2019t say where<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> When I offered him money<\/strong>\u00a0\u00a0<strong>he refused with a glare.<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> Then he roared out with laughter<\/strong>\u00a0\u00a0<strong>as he picked up his gong<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong> And he left without looking back<\/strong>\u00a0 &#8211; \u00a0<strong>Singing his song:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">One find it, two lose it\u00a0 &#8211; \u00a0Same everywhere;<br \/>\nOne make it, two take it\u00a0 &#8211; \u00a0Mostly don&#8217;t care&#8230;<\/p>\n<h5>\u25ca \u00a0The Oyster and the Flying Fish\u00a0\u2193 \u00a0[w\/ <strong>Bridget Saint John<\/strong>]<\/h5>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Vocal duo from the double album repackaging of \u00abJoy of a Toy \/ Shooting at the Moon\u00bb [1975]<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/iOMS4Zs6PtM\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>An <strong>oyster<\/strong> was a&#8217;travelling \u00a0 along the ocean road;<br \/>\nHe&#8217;d been some time preparing, \u00a0and now he&#8217;d left the fold.<\/p>\n<p>He was sick of being oysterized, \u00a0and he wanted to explode, to explode.<br \/>\nOoh la, ooh la, ooh la, ooh la, \u00a0\u00a0La la la la la la la la.<\/p>\n<p>He saw a pretty <strong>flying fish \u00a0<\/strong>and said if I could have one wish<br \/>\nI&#8217;d change into a flying fish, \u00a0and then I would be happy, yes I would.<br \/>\nOoh la, ooh la, ooh la, ooh la, \u00a0\u00a0La la la la la la la la.<\/p>\n<p>The <strong>flying fish<\/strong> came down to see \u00a0 just who had made this plea;<br \/>\nAnd seeing the poor oyster, \u00a0said this cannot be.<br \/>\nAn <strong>oyster<\/strong> has to stay inside,<br \/>\nAnd a <strong>flying fish<\/strong> must flee, all the time.<br \/>\nOoh la, ooh la, ooh la, ooh la,<br \/>\nLa la la la la la la la.<\/p>\n<p>As the <strong>oyster<\/strong> turned to go away,<br \/>\nThe <strong>flying fish<\/strong> was heard to say,<br \/>\n\u00abIf I could find a place to stay,<br \/>\nI know I would be happy, yes I would.\u00bb<br \/>\nOoh la, ooh la, ooh la, ooh la, \u00a0\u00a0La la la la la la la la.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>\u2022\u2192<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=VjhOK1uR4nc\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">&#8216;Song for Insane Times&#8217;<\/a><\/strong> \u00a0\u21d4 \u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/lyrics.wikia.com\/Kevin_Ayers:Song_For_Insane_Times\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">[lyrics]<\/a><\/p>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: center;\">\u221e\u00a0 &#8216;whatevershebringswesing&#8217; \u00a0\u2193 \u00a0(1972)<\/h5>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/VM62hpSopsM\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">I&#8217;m looking &#8216;round madly \u00a0for something to find<br \/>\nThat might give se a front<br \/>\nTo put something, something behind.<br \/>\nJust bouncing this ball \u00a0Up and down the hall<br \/>\nBut it&#8217;s full of best wishes<br \/>\nand suffocating fishes, and all.<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>So, let&#8217;s drink some wine<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>And have a good time.<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>But if you really want to come through\u00a0<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Let the good time, good time have you.\u00a0<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>It&#8217;s what you&#8217;ve got to do.<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">You said it was foolish \u00a0for me to be sad;<br \/>\nBut I&#8217;m very hungry, and you..<br \/>\nYou&#8217;re very well fed,<br \/>\nYou&#8217;re such a fat lady.<br \/>\nAnd I&#8217;m talking to you \u00a0just for something to do<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">&#8216;Cause I&#8217;d much rather kiss you<br \/>\nBut I know, Im gonna miss you<br \/>\nAgain and again, I know I&#8217;m gonna miss you.<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>So, let&#8217;s drink some wine, etc.<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">I sing to the island \u00a0that sings in your head<br \/>\n&#8216;Cause I know you&#8217;d much rather be there<br \/>\nBe there instead.<br \/>\nI know you&#8217;d rather be there&#8230;<br \/>\nBut you won&#8217;t find the answer \u00a0 even when the wind blows;<br \/>\n&#8216;Cause the answer, my friend,\u00a0is in front..<br \/>\nRight there in front of your nose<br \/>\nEverybody knows, it&#8217;s their nose.<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>So, let&#8217;s drink some wine, etc.<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">(repeat)<\/address>\n<\/div>\n<h6>\u2207\u00a0 \u00abEverybody&#8217;s Sometime And Some People&#8217;s All The Time Blues\u00bb\u00a0\u2193<\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=ebk-u6zi5Ks\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-36910\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/k-ayers.jpg\" alt=\"k-ayers\" width=\"198\" height=\"143\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/k-ayers.jpg 198w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/04\/k-ayers-150x108.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 198px) 100vw, 198px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">It&#8217;s late in the evening and the weather is cold<br \/>\nI&#8217;m beginning to miss you but that story&#8217;s so old<br \/>\nI know I&#8217;ve been knocking my head on the wall<br \/>\nAnd I must have been crazy to leave \u00a0&#8211;\u00a0Oh yeah, yeah<br \/>\nStrange kind of blues coloured moon shines in the middle of my room.<\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: right;\">Sometimes I&#8217;m burning with a vision so bright<br \/>\nThat it brings on the sunshine in the middle of the night<br \/>\nAnd all those musical ladies and the crazed young men<br \/>\nThey are trying to make music together again? \u00a0Oh no no<br \/>\nAnd a strange kind of blues coloured moon shines in the middle of my room.<\/div>\n<h5 id=\"watch-headline-title\">\u25ca\u00a0\u00abFarewell Again (Another Dawn)\u00bb\u00a0\u2193 1975<\/h5>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/7P5d3kqJWAU\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>Farewell again please come back someday<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s getting harder every time I have to say \u00a0Goodbye<br \/>\nOh fare you well<br \/>\nSo many feelings I know we share<br \/>\nLike being here and wanting to be there<br \/>\nAnd when you&#8217;re asked where that is you<br \/>\nSay you don&#8217;t know &#8211;\u00a0It&#8217;s just somewhere else and you have to go<br \/>\nSo you go \u00a0&#8211; \u00a0You always go &#8211; where do you go<\/p>\n<p>So many choices you have to run<br \/>\nBecause when life is made too easy it&#8217;s much harder to simply have fun<br \/>\nNow you&#8217;re always on the run<br \/>\nYou panic when someone tries to unfold you<br \/>\nScream for the dream that seems to hold you<br \/>\nYou want to give love but only on condition that it&#8217;s on your terms and that position is lonely<br \/>\nThis I know<br \/>\nDon&#8217;t get me wrong \u00a0&#8211;\u00a0I&#8217;m not pushing you down<br \/>\nOr trying to change your mind<br \/>\nYour problems are my problems too<br \/>\nAnd I&#8217;m talking just as much to myself as I am to you<\/p>\n<p>Farewell again please come back someday<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s getting harder every time\u00a0I have to say goodbye<br \/>\nFare you well \u00a0&#8211; \u00a0Fare you well \u00a0&#8211; \u00a0Fare you well<\/p>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: center;\">\u25ca\u2192 &#8216;<a href=\"http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=PPk4Inx0DpU\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Am I Really Marcel&#8217;\u00a0<\/a>\u00a0\u21d3<\/h5>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/vmhg6Om3kMo\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>I&#8217;ve got no ambition, guess I&#8217;m out of place \u00a0&#8211; \u00a0<\/strong><strong>Cos I&#8217;d rather go fishing than run in the race<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>I&#8217;m naturally lazy but what can I do I?<\/strong>\u00a0\u00a0<strong>I was born in the wrong place, and the wrong time too<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>But I&#8217;m happy dreaming and it&#8217;s good for my health<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Only when I&#8217;m dreaming am I really myself<\/strong><\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Some people say it&#8217;s just running away\u00a0 &#8211; \u00a0But \u00a0everyone&#8217;s running somewhere<br \/>\nBut I still believe that the best we can do\u00a0 is to know where we are and be there<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">What we call progress\u00a0\u00a0is just selling our soul<br \/>\nBut there&#8217;s just too much going on out there\u00a0\u00a0beyond my control<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Some people say it&#8217;s just running away\u00a0 &#8211; \u00a0But \u00a0everyone&#8217;s running somewhere<br \/>\nAnd I still believe that the best we can do\u00a0\u00a0is to know where we are and be there<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Working for money \u00a0&#8211; \u00a0working for pay<br \/>\nIt all seems so pointless \u00a0day after day<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">Some people say it&#8217;s just running away\u00a0 &#8211; \u00a0But \u00a0everyone&#8217;s running somewhere<br \/>\nAnd I still believe that the best we can do\u00a0\u00a0is to know where we are and be there<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\">\u00a0<\/address>\n<address style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>I&#8217;ve got no ambition . . .<\/strong>\u00a0<\/address>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: left;\">\u25ca \u00a0&#8216;Champagne &amp; Valium&#8217; \u00a0\u2193 \u00a0(1984)<\/h5>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/SLbc1ddJqSI\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p><strong>Champagne and valium &#8211; half-hearted kisses;\u00a0<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Lord, won&#8217;t you tell me\u00a0what kind of breakfast this is.<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>God said, cool it, boy, you&#8217;ve sure got a nerve..<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>You&#8217;ve already had much more than you deserve.\u00a0<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Shut your mouth, and go home, boy.. .<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Looks like I&#8217;m leaving, leaving again;<br \/>\nSame old ticket, babe, same old train.<br \/>\nNo destination, but who ever knows<br \/>\nJust where it is that anyone goes&#8230;\u00a0Tell me where they all go to.<\/p>\n<p>Oh, doctor, doctor, can you feel my pain?<br \/>\nDoctor said, \u00abShit man, not you again!\u00bb<br \/>\nJust how many times do I have to explain:<br \/>\nThere ain&#8217;t no medicine \u00a0that&#8217;ll take you back again<br \/>\nTo where you were again.<br \/>\nTo where you were, before, boy.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s what you feel \u00a0&#8211; \u00a0It&#8217;s not what you think<br \/>\nCan&#8217;t taste no wine \u00a0\u00a0If you don&#8217;t drink.<br \/>\nYou don&#8217;t know how \u00a0and you sure don&#8217;t know why.<br \/>\nYou&#8217;re just like the rest \u00a0 and all you can do is try<br \/>\nTry to catch hold of that dream, boy&#8230;.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Champagne and valium &#8211; half-hearted kisses;\u00a0<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Lord, won&#8217;t you tell me \u00a0what kind of breakfast this is.<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>God said, cool it, boy, you&#8217;ve sure got a nerve..<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>You&#8217;ve already had much more than you deserve.\u00a0<\/strong><br \/>\n<strong>Shut your mouth, and go home, boy&#8230;.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-23004\" src=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/03\/RIP.jpeg\" alt=\"\" width=\"57\" height=\"56\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.kevinayers.org\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Thank you VERY MUCH!\u00a0<\/a>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u2022\u2192http:\/\/www.strongcomet.com\/wyatt\/ <\/p>\n<p>\u25ca \u2192 &#8216;SHIPBUILDING&#8217; \u2193 [Elvis Costello &amp; Clive Langer]<\/p>\n<p>[released back in 1982 as a protest against the war which broke out between Britain and Argentina]<\/p>\n<\/p>\n<p> Is it worth it? 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