Sometimes I wish Robin Hood was my friend
Then right and wrong would be simple again
We’d rob the rich and give it to the poor
I’d be more healthy from just living outdoors
I’d say to him, ‘Robin I find it so very
Hard being a man, let alone being merry…’
Sometimes I wish young Prince Hamlet would call
And say, ‘Steve, y’know the readiness is all.
Your mind’s a prison and the jailer is you
Be kind to yourself, and you might just get through.’
I’d say, ‘You’re telling me, your Dad was a king
Mine left school at fourteen, it’s a whole different thing…’
I’d like to hang out in the cafés at night
Just hoping Vincent Van Gogh will drop by
I’d buy him a beer and say, ‘You’re weren’t wrong
Being so true to yourself for so long.’
He’d say to me, ‘Steve, but I feel so all alone.’
So we’d swap numbers and I’d call him on the phone.
I wish I hung out more with people like Sylvia
And Emmeline Pankhurst - people who’d fill ya
With hope for the future, and treat you the way
You hope that everyone is treated some day.
We’d discuss the future of the feminist agenda:
Toxic masculinity, non-binary, transgender
Then one dark night, when I’ve got really old
I’ve had enough of doing all that I’m told
I’ll go to the crossroads and wait there in the rain
For Robert Johnson to come by again.
He’ll say, ‘Hey, Steve, won’t you come on in my kitchen?’
And I won’t say a thing, I’ll just sit there and listen…
Another great album - dean wareham, joanna gruesome, lonely tourist, dorotea, the chills, manhattan love suicides & spearmint are all highlights but the whole lot is pretty darn great really martin kiosk