"Brenda's Iron Sledge" as written by and Robyn Hitchcock....
We head downhill, my hands fly back
Our fingers freeze, our hair falls out, our hair falls out
Our fingers freeze, our hair falls out
The iron piston pumps and spouts
The steaming air as hot as sprouts
All aboard, Brenda's iron sledge
No one's on top, they're comfortable
They're sitting on a human chain, a human chain
They're sitting on a human chain
Their limbs compressed in icy slush
Of freezing in a raw meat groove
All aboard, Brenda's iron sledge
Please don't call me Reg, it's not my name
The body's rear, a bucking sled
Which hits a tree and falls asleep, and falls asleep
Which hits a tree and that is that
The grasshoppers curl up and burst
And Brenda shovels on the wurst
All aboard, Brenda's iron sledge
Please don't call me Reg, it's not my name


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"Brenda's Iron Sledge" as written by Robyn Hitchcock

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    General CommentI like the part about Reg.
    vogonjron April 13, 2009   Link
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    General CommentThen there's the (live) version--from Gotta Let This Hen Out!--on which he sings:

    Please don't call me Reg
    It's not my name
    Not yet

    We can probably assume the title was inspired by "Maxwell's Silver Hammer". If so, we can thank him for superceding in our memories the original. (All three of the other Beatles were ready to throttle Paul for spending so much time in the studio on it.)

    Robyn does whimsy well. Then he writes something like "Glass" (or "Luminous Rose", or "I Saw Nick Drake") to remind us how versatile he can be.
    foreverdroneon July 17, 2010   Link

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