From the recording Shiva Me Timbers
Lyrics
The Collector
Take a look around
I’ve got it all
From sitars, to guitars
A concertina I can’t play at all
My Mamas gallstones
There on the shelf
You might say “No way”
But go and ask her for yourself
A collection on display
A treasure trove of things I love
Things from now to yesterday
Take a look but please don’t touch
Now go away, you’ve seen too much
A makeshift alter
For my namesake’s past
A Cuban cigar, beret with a star
All that’s left of this iconoclast
Vintage figures
From days gone by
Ask who I am? Boy or a man?
Come closer and take a look inside
A collection on display
A treasure trove of things I love
Things from now to yesterday
Take a look but please don’t touch
Now go away, you’ve seen too much
What makes the cut?
What’s hidden away?
As I forget
They’ll remind me some day
Which ones are real?
Which ones are fake?
Some I steal
The rest I make
A collection on display
A treasure trove of things I love
Things from now to yesterday
Take a look but please don’t touch
Now go away, you’ve seen too much