Robyn Hitchcock
satellite
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Everyday the satellite
Seems to be the door of someone's reach
Everyday the satellite
Seems a little further on the beach
Satellites and stags
I'm growing Betsy in a bag
And she don't mind
As long as things are round
Everyday the satellite
Jerky little canister of gold
Who's to be the satellite
With inches of whole, Betsy growing cold
I'm into you so far
I'm out the other side
And orbiting is just a waste of time
Next time I get into you
I swear to God, I won't come out again
Swear to God, I won't come out again
Satellites and stags
I'm growing Betsy in a bag
And she don't mind
As long as things are round
Everyday the satellite
Seems a little further out of reach
- Album:
- Robyn Hitchcock
- The Man Upstairs
- Love From London
- Tromsø, Kaptein
- Propellor Time
- Goodnight Oslo
- I Often Dream Of Trains In New York
- Shadow Cat
- Eye
- Black Snake Diamond Role
- Respect
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- Perspex Island
- Storefront Hitchcock
- Storefront Hitchcock: Music from the Jonathan Demme Picture
- I Often Dream of Trains In New York (Live)
- I Often Dream of Trains
- I Wanna Go Backwards
- I Wanna Go Backwards Box Set
- Sex, Food, Death, and Tarantulas