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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Date: Wed, 28 Jun 1995 15:03:10 -0400 (EDT)
From: Terry Marks
Robyn Hitchcock's She Doesn't Exist
From: Arif Jamal Ansari
To: fegmaniax
Subject: CRD: She Doesn't Exist
She Doesn't Exist (R. Hitchcock)
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G D A D
I used to ring you and put down the phone,
G D A /
once wore a hole in your dress.
G D A D
Even tried Voodoo outside your home,
G D A /
but these days I couldn't care less.
G D A /
She doesn't exist any more,
G D A
She doesn't exist any more.
I let her go like the fool that I was,
thought I'd get over her soon.
I smell her perfume when my eyes are closed,
and I see her face in the moon.
She doesn't exist any more,
She doesn't exist any more.
I tell myself it would be different now,
I wouldn't treat her that way.
I wouldn't be me if she wasn't her,
and it's far too late, anyway.
'Cos she doesn't exist any more,
She doesn't exist any more.
Only inside you the ghost of the love,
That is wordless and painful and old.
There's no one else in the whole outside world,
that matches to her in your soul.
But she doesn't exist any more,
She doesn't exist any more.
Terry Marks
[email protected]
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
#------------------------------------------------------------------------------##
Date: Wed, 28 Jun 1995 15:03:10 -0400 (EDT)
From: Terry Marks
Robyn Hitchcock's She Doesn't Exist
From: Arif Jamal Ansari
To: fegmaniax
Subject: CRD: She Doesn't Exist
She Doesn't Exist (R. Hitchcock)
--------------------------------
G D A D
I used to ring you and put down the phone,
G D A /
once wore a hole in your dress.
G D A D
Even tried Voodoo outside your home,
G D A /
but these days I couldn't care less.
G D A /
She doesn't exist any more,
G D A
She doesn't exist any more.
I let her go like the fool that I was,
thought I'd get over her soon.
I smell her perfume when my eyes are closed,
and I see her face in the moon.
She doesn't exist any more,
She doesn't exist any more.
I tell myself it would be different now,
I wouldn't treat her that way.
I wouldn't be me if she wasn't her,
and it's far too late, anyway.
'Cos she doesn't exist any more,
She doesn't exist any more.
Only inside you the ghost of the love,
That is wordless and painful and old.
There's no one else in the whole outside world,
that matches to her in your soul.
But she doesn't exist any more,
She doesn't exist any more.
Terry Marks
[email protected]
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