There, There My Dear|
EMI, June 1980
7 inch single (R6038)
Dear Robin, let me explain, though you'd never see in a million years. Keep quoting cabaret, Berlin, Burroughs, J. G. Ballard, Duchampe, Beauvoir, Kerouac, Kirkegaard, Michael Rennie. I don't believe you really like Frank Sinatra.
Dear Robin, you're always so happy, how the hell do you get your inspiration? You're like a dumb patriot. If you're supposed to be so angry, why don't you fight and let me benefit from your right? Don't you know the only way to change things is to shoot the men who arrange things.
Dear Robin, I would explain, but you'd never see in a million years. Well you've made your rules but we don't know that game, perhaps I'd listen to your records but your logic's far too lame and I'd only waste three valuable minutes of my life with your insincerity.
You see Robin I'm just searching for the young soul rebels and I can't find them anywhere. Where have you hidden them? Maybe we should welcome the new soul vision.