Just A Bit - Robert Wyatt

Faith may not be such a bad thing

Hope can still feel pretty good

I’m as mad as any hatter

I feel safer touching wood

I like totem poles and icons

(icon tact is de rigeur)

So ring dem bells and pump that organ

Chants for him and hymns for her

'Bracadabra hocus locus

Magic mush, no room for doubt

As wailing walls induce psychosis

(beat your braincells inside out)

Transcendental art’s religion

Thinking you’ll improve your mind

When all it does (if you’re in luck)

Is camouflage the daily grind

Nature’s harmony’s a discord

If you listen with both ears

Poor Gaia’s up to here in white noise

She cannot assuage your fears

Superstition’s like religion;

Bonsai version — faintly sad

And I know that (I must admit it)

Touching wood is just a bit mad