Botanical Fish

Updated: Sep 1

You can usually tell when I have been in a Robyn Hitchcock listening phase. For the most part, these lyrics connect in pairs, but don’t really go together so much (and I’m OK with that).

Sitting on your lemon stool

The juices flowed, but the talk stood still

I can feel my hair grow

I feel as out of place as a camper in Siberia

What’s this mean to a quarter of a razorback?

In the sea, or feeding over by the railroad tracks

B-O-T-A-N-I-C-A-L F-I-S-H! What’s that spell

More than one could wish for, botanical fish!

Drippings of a marinade

Makings of a masquerade, swirling 'round your head—mysterious

Dreamt I was inside a can

With an Indonesian man in the ice-capades on TV

Where’s the light that I thought that I was seeing?

Trolling fight, and footprints on the ceiling

B-O-T-A-N-I-C-A-L F-I-S-H! What’s that spell

More than one could wish for, botanical fish!

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