Robert Wyatt—Sea Song
You look different every timeYou come from the foam-crested brineIt’s your skin, shining softly in the moonlightPartly fish, partly porpoisePartly baby sperm whaleAm I yours?Are you mine to play with?
Joking apartWhen you’re drunk you’re terrific
When you’re drunkI like you mostly late at nightYou’re quite alrightBut I can’t understand the different youIn the morning, when it’s time
To play at being human for a whilePlease smile!
You’ll be different in the springI know, you’re a seasonal beastLike the starfish that drift in with the tideWith the tideSo until your blood runsTo meet the next full moonYour madness fits in nicely with my ownWith my ownYour lunacy fits neatly with my ownMy very own
We’re not alone
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