Può essere illuminante, ma l'unica vera cosa che illumina è l'ondivaga natura della musa di Hitchcock: una raccolta di canzoni che "didn't fit in with what I was doing at the time [=i primi tre album] and do fit in with each other now"; quanto in effetti sia riuscita questa combinazione è da dibattere.
Perlopiù si tratta di blues tradizionali (a volte dal titolo neppure fantasioso: Blues in A), ai limiti del puro cazzeggio; pochi brani salvabili a livello di idea (l'apertura All I Wanna Do Is Fall in Love).
Invisible Hits dei Soft Boys era un album intero pubblicato in ritardo, Invisible Hitchcock è una raccolta di scarti, e gli scarti di Robyn Hitchcock sono di qualità prevedibilmente imbarazzante.
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05 My Favourite Buildings (03:15)
My favourite buildings are all falling down
Seems like I dwell in a different town
But why should I bother with painting them brown
When they'll all be pulled down in the end
My favourite buildings stretch upwards for miles
Remind me somehow of your favourite smiles
Like oak leaves in autumn cascading on stiles
In the rain
Nobody seems to know how long
All of these buildings belong
Till they become part of you
People get down on your knees
Buildings are like a disease
You could wind up in a zoo
And most people do
(cha)
My favourite buildings are all laid to waste
One might as well sculpt a statue from toothpaste
And someday I could have a fifty-inch waist
It's all free
For my favourite buildings
And me
13 Vegetable Friend (02:11)
Where two spiders wander
In and out of thunder
I will sit and wonder with my vegetable friend
Where two lions water
After casual slaughter
I will kiss the daughter of my vegetable friend
Where the fire's glistening
Nobody is listening
I will do the christening of my vegetable friend
It's raining in Europe
But I've got no proof
I've got the semolina blues
Where two legs are boiling
They will not need oiling
I'm forever toiling with my vegetable friend
Under dirty sacking
Somebody is cracking
Nobody is lacking like my vegetable friend
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