Robert Wyatt
tom hay s fox
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Bring out your foghorns,
the mist has descended.
The alley's never been blinder.
What light there is,
is too diffused
to indicate any direction.
What light there is,
tells us nothing.
- Album:
- Different Every Time
- Short Break
- Shleep
- Dondestan
- Old Rottenhat
- Nothing Can Stop Us
- Ruth Is Stranger Than Richard
- Rock Bottom
- The End Of An Ear
- Miscellaneous
- For The Ghosts Within
- Different Every Time: Benign Dictatorships
- EPs
- Mighty Reel
- Mid-Eighties
- EPs (Digital Download)
- His Greatest Misses
- Theatre Royal Drury Lane 8.09.1974
- Drury Lane
- Different Every Time: Ex Machina