Your Head Here - Robyn Hitchcock, The Venus 3

Everyone you said that you’d

Never ever turn into

Leave behind or shed the truth

Belief in what you have to do

It’s so hollow bone

Settle where the compass points

In the belly, in the joints

The president of meat anoints

He’s sorry if I disappoint you

Oh, to be a stone

I walk a thousand miles to be alone

Everyone you care about

Say you’d never do without

Walk away, forsake or doubt

See them fade and flicker out

Faces on the phone

Everything that you rely on

Tentacles of blood and (lion?)

Realize that you want to cry on

Promises that you get by on

Life is all I own

You walk a thousand miles of your alone

Ring my chimes, I’m a ding-dong daddy

Step right up and see

It’s your head here x 6

Everywhere you think you stand

Leave your shadow in the sand

Love’s the blossom in your hand

Die amongst the ghostly (pan'd?)

Into the phantom zone

Boys with meat inside their heads

Appetites that get it spread

All across the lily bed

The lily pad is turning red

I love the way you drone

I walk a thousand miles and I’m alone

Ring my chimes, I’m a ding-dong daddy

Yessirree it’s true

It’s your head here (to out)