If I was man enough, I’d come on your stump

Queen Elvis by Robyn Hitchcock is one of my favourite albums of all times, and the man himself is some sort of relic from another time (or possibly dimension). When I was  a young lass (yes, lass — there was a time) I saw him perform at some hotel in Balmain, quite possibly the 3 Weeds, and half the crowd ended up sitting on the floor like it was kindergarten story time, listening to his rambling tales of Happy the Golden Prince and The Man Who Invented Himself. He must also be the only person on earth who can sing ‘If I was man enough, I’d come on your stump’ and have it still sound whimsical, a feat accomplished on the surreal track Wax Doll (click for the Youtube link):

‘Son, there are mirros here-watch your performing little whales
Or snip your harness of and take another walk around the bay
The way the English say we only mustn’t grumble in the end
A needle in your back, an arrow in your heart, you smile

Is your wax doll still crying in the fire?’


About Madame Moselle

Freelance provocateur. Enthusiastic optimist. Dancing bear. Believer. Facilitator of perversion. Disseminator. Libertine. Moth and flame. Rouser of rabble. Stirrer of pots. Bowerbird. Public spectacle.
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