Biography:
Robyn Raymond Hitchcock (born 3rd March 1953) is an English singer-songwriter and psych folk guitarist. While primarily a vocalist and guitarist, he also plays harmonica, piano, and bass guitar. Many of Hitchcock's album covers bear his paintings or drawings, and his albums' liner notes sometimes include a printed short story. His live concerts usually include a considerable amount of story-telling, imaginative and surreal ad-libbed monologues in his lyrical style.
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Other songs:
- The Ghost In You
- Adventure Rocket Ship
- Airscape
- Another Bubble
- Arms Of Love
- Balloon Man
- Black Snake
- Cathedral
- De Chiciro Street
- Egyptian Cream
- Evolove
- Flanagans Song
- Flesh Number One Beatle Dennis
- Globe Of Frogs
- Heaven
- I Pray When Im Drunk
- I Something You
- I Used To Say I Love You
- Im Not Even A Nurse
- Im Only You
- Its A Mystic Trip
- Ivy Alone
- Madonna Of The Wasps
- My Wife And My Dead Wife
- No I Dont Remember Guildford
- Ole Tarantula
- Ordinary Millionaire
- Point It At Gran
- Queen Elvis
- Ride
- Sams Gone Away Aboard A Man Of War
- Satellite
- Serpent At The Gates
- She Doesnt Exist
- Sickie Boy
- So You Think Youre In Love
- Sometimes I Wish I Was A Pretty Girl
- Sounds Great When Youre Dead
- The Abandoned Brain
- The Authority Box
- The Black Crow Knows
- The Devils Radio
- The Ghost Ship
- The Speed Of Things
- The Yip Song
- This Could Be The Day
- Winter Love
- Your Head Here
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Robyn Hitchcock
Point It At Gran
Am F
Alone and pointless by her mouldering self
C Dm
She stares at the tin of sardines on the shelf
Am E
By a paraffin lamp in a dingy brown room
Am E Am
Gran sits and broods in the thickening gloom
Dm Am
It's a gloom that congeals; it's so greasy and thick
E Am
You could cut into strips and roast on a stick
Dm Am
And hand round to friends but there's nobody there
Am E
Just Gran, on her own, in a miserable chair
E
So don't point it at me
Am
Point it at Gran
F
She needs it more than I do
C
And more than Princess Anne
Dm
When Princess Anne's eighty-two
Am
And living in a one room flat in Hackney
E
Maybe she could do with a bit as well
E
Don't point it at me
Am
Don't point it at yourself
F
Just point it at Gran
C
And the sardines on the shelf
Dm
Don't point it at me
Am
I've had more than enough
E
Just point it at Gran
She could do with plenty of stuff
E
Don't point it at me
Am
Point it at Gran
F
Well, it could be a firehose
C
Or it could be a flan
Dm
Now some people are happy
Am
And some people are bored
E
And some people are left
And completely ignored
F Am E
So why should your life end on a dismal note?
Point It At Gran
Am F
Alone and pointless by her mouldering self
C Dm
She stares at the tin of sardines on the shelf
Am E
By a paraffin lamp in a dingy brown room
Am E Am
Gran sits and broods in the thickening gloom
Dm Am
It's a gloom that congeals; it's so greasy and thick
E Am
You could cut into strips and roast on a stick
Dm Am
And hand round to friends but there's nobody there
Am E
Just Gran, on her own, in a miserable chair
E
So don't point it at me
Am
Point it at Gran
F
She needs it more than I do
C
And more than Princess Anne
Dm
When Princess Anne's eighty-two
Am
And living in a one room flat in Hackney
E
Maybe she could do with a bit as well
E
Don't point it at me
Am
Don't point it at yourself
F
Just point it at Gran
C
And the sardines on the shelf
Dm
Don't point it at me
Am
I've had more than enough
E
Just point it at Gran
She could do with plenty of stuff
E
Don't point it at me
Am
Point it at Gran
F
Well, it could be a firehose
C
Or it could be a flan
Dm
Now some people are happy
Am
And some people are bored
E
And some people are left
And completely ignored
F Am E
So why should your life end on a dismal note?
Rocío Jur (...)
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