Jewels for Sophia - Robyn Hitchcock

I got a flashlight in my pocket

And it goes right through the socket

Of a dead man’s strum my thumb so numb

And I’m gripping on the handle of a Roman septic candle

And I can’t let go or I’ll fall into the dark

But in my other hand gripped tight

In the fingers of the night I got

Jewels for Sophia

Jewels for Sophia

I been basted, really wasted

Chock full o' nuts and ifs and buts

It tasted great, shade, but I got another mouthful of desire

I got Lucas fruits, zoons, Barney, Pat Pat Saturday

Call in one for Nixon and another one for Stipe

This may read like a fax

But in the hand I never relax I got

Jewels for Sophia

Jewels for Sophia

Oh Lord I just amalgamated saturated clams

Dig Rex in tunnels with gerbils in your annex

I got Lord fluff ginger silicone pusscat

Never make a bad one out of all the stuff I weave

But up my sleeve, yeah, up my sleeve I got

Jewels for Sophia

Jewels for Sophia

Jewels for Sophia

Sophia shine on, shine on Sophia

Sophia shine on, shine on Sophia

See, I bring you colored ones

Yeah, I bring you colored ones

Onion glove, my kind of peelers

I feel as if a drain has opened in this world

That sucks out all the guilt and leaves fresh air

And free health care and good hair days

And an amazing pair of lips

That sucks your pips into infinity, pops, and so I gots

Jewels for Sophia

Jewels for Sophia

Jewels for Sophia

Jewels for Sophia

Jewels

Hidden track -- Mr. Tongs:

Hello, you’ve reached Goodfellas, Martin Scorsese’s classic

Tale of Italian-American manhood starring Ray Liotta, Bob

DeNiro, and Joe Pesci.

Unfortunately, we’re all busting

Each other’s at the moment

You’ve got to find your way around me

And everywhere you look

Ahh, little priestess, are you ready for Mister Tongs?

Well, I sure hope so

Matter directs itself

Inch by frozen inch

Toward the plinth

The benchmark so tidy

With feet all sewn up in their heads

Hoot hoot

Curling whistle blow

Remember the Memsahib

With a sack that burned himself out

Automatically toward your house

I could kiss your tree now

If you said your branches would bend

Hoot hoot

Curling whistle blow

Every sound I make is mine

But you have to leave the time out

For the funnel of dreams

Marking your own time together

When I could kiss your one or two of them

Bend like that

And snap

I said worm away each evening

With your jewels and your finks

And all your friends

Do you think that it counts?

Of course my dear, everything counts

But everything must be aborted eventually

And then you are left with the stones

You’ve got to find your way around me

Oh, little priestess are you ready for Mister Tongs?

And his friends?

Hoot hoot

Hoot hoot

Hoot hoot

Sometimes, Leslie I can’t believe your grasp of the bicycle

Hidden track -- Don’t Talk to Me About Gene Hackman:

I’ll have a warm bath

I’ll have a bottle of wine

I’ll put myself to bed

And I’ll feel just fine

But don’t talk to me about Gene Hackman

He’s got an evil grin

He’s got curly hair

And every time he smiles

It means trouble somewhere

So don’t talk to me about Gene Hackman

He’s in every film

Sometimes wearing a towel

And if it isn’t him

You get Andie MacDowell

So don’t talk to me about Gene Hackman

Don’t talk to me at all

Don’t say hello

You could be Gene himself for all I know

In Unforgiven

He was totally mean

But when he got his

I really felt for Gene

But don’t talk to me about Gene Hackman

I’ll have a cold shower

I’ll have a bottle of pop

I’ll get a dog named Laszlo

From a Laszlo shop

But don’t talk to me about

Gene Hackman