Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
“I suppose I was imagining I was a man imagining I was a woman killed by a man pretending to be a woman. It’s a discreet form of sexual suicide" – Robyn Hitchcock, Rolling Stone 1995
Q&A: Robyn Hitchcock
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Rolling Stone
Like his Rorschach-gone-awry music, Robyn Hitchcock speaks his mind but...
Sometimes I wish I was a pretty girl
So I could- urk! -myself in the shower
Sometimes I wish I was a pretty girl
So I could- urk! -myself in the shower
Been on my own so long
I can't tell left from wrong
Bloody red bats squelching offal
Foaming mutilations in the kiss of death
Sometimes I wish I was a pretty girl
So I could- urk! -myself in the shower
Sometimes I wish I was a pretty girl
So I could- urk! -myself in the shower
Been on my own all night
I can't tell left from right
Baby come back, give me fever
Cauterize this passion with a blood red kiss
Sometimes I wish I was a pretty girl
So I could- urk! -myself in the shower
Sometimes I wish I was a pretty girl
So I could (stab) myself in the shower
Sometimes I wish I was a
So I could