"[Spoken Interlude 1]" lyrics - ROBYN HITCHCOCK

I don't know why people ever actually introduce songs
Because the song itself is it's introduction to itself.
It's like if you meet somebody named Martha they say "This is Martha".
I mean, you know, that person happens to be known as Martha
Just as I might be called Bloomingdales
Or, or, you know, Denny might be called Staten Island
But that's really only the beginning of the story.
You know Martha is a whole mass of molecules and complexes
And things bound together by terrifying physical improbabilities
And the truth is she could fly apart at any moment
Like some terrible pent up lock
That's waiting to snap and spatter her psyche across the universe
God knows and...
It is disgusting, Denny.
It's life.
You know, if it weren't for our rib cages, there would just be spleens-a-go-go.
You know.
Not just you and me here but this live audience.
But worse, imagine there are people seeing this thing
In art house movies all over the place
And they're going to have to check their stomachs.
Suppose they'd managed to buy an ice cream, you know
They could be sticking their fingers at least in it if its cold.
But, I mean that, you know, people are just held in by all this stuff
And then their called, almost insultingly, a single name.
And the same with this song, I mean, I can say what this song's called
Which isn't going to give much of a clue unless you've heard it before
Or I can explain what it's about, and I'm going to be lying.
So, in the end, there's not much point really.

OK, take deep breath and...