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Now the weight of the books has crushed my delicate fingers
I'm not trying to be Paganini any more
All I dream about these days is sex with strangers
Rats in spats and bowler hats on the dance floor
Some days my head is the turret for a machine gun
And the world is torn apart by a hail of words
In tongues of fire the rookie priest reads the lesson
And I would like to quote him chapter and verse
He said "I'm in love with everyone who knows it's hard
To build a way of seeing
Who knows that nevertheless that's the only way
To flame into being"
I was always the sucker that got led into temptation
When I didn't have a job, couldn't pay the bills
But stretch me out on your tasteless warehouse sofa
And there or somewhere else I'll do your will
Maybe I'll come out clubbing on a rainy night in Soho
So many clichés have sentimental truth, don't you find?
You be Judith and I'll be Holofernes
Living with a beautiful woman
I'm jealous all the time
And I'm in love with everyone who knows it's hard
To build a way of seeing
Who knows that nevertheless that's the only way
To flame into being
So take me to the people who'll gratify my ego
Because under the swagger I don't know who I am
Caesar beware the ides of adolescence
Here comes some new Brutus in black 501s, ha!
From the pores of his skin you can smell the cappuchino
And his avaricious eyes are shining like the sun
Black bat night come down from your roost now
And cover me with your wings
Under my eyes I shall wear your engagement ring
And I'm in love with everyone who knows it's hard
To build a way of seeing
Who knows that nevertheless that's the only way
To flame into being
But as soon as I decide that this is not the place for me to stay
I feel currents that buoy me up and bear me away
And burglars or writers will carry this love away too
Don't regret this, just forget me, let me release you
And as soon as I decide I'm more fertile or just more sober
Maybe I'll think of you like a touching American film
How I left you washing the face of our baby
How whenever I live alone
My hands and eyes work again
And I'm in love with everyone who knows it's hard
To build a way of seeing
Who knows that nevertheless that's the only way
To flame into being
Yeah, I'm in love with everyone who knows it's hard
To build a way of seeing
Who knows that nevertheless that's the only way
To flame into being
- -by the flowers



Авторы: Nicholas John Currie


Momus - Pubic Intellectual: An Anthology 1986-2016
Альбом Pubic Intellectual: An Anthology 1986-2016
дата релиза
19-08-2016

1   Going for a Walk With a Line
2   Widow Twanky
3   Bluestocking
4   Lucky Like St. Sebastian
5   Paper Wraps Rock
6   Murderers, The Hope of Women
7   Flame into Being
8   Closer to You
9   A Complete History of Sexual Jealousy (Parts 17-24)
10   The Homosexual
11   Bishonen
12   I Was a Maoist Intellectual
13   How Do You Find My Sister?
14   The Hairstyle of the Devil
15   Shaftesbury Avenue
16   Morality Is Vanity
17   Ventriloquists and Dolls
18   Summer Holiday 1999
19   Cibachrome Blue
20   Voyager
21   Spacewalk
22   Platinum
23   Enlightenment
24   Rhetoric
25   Last of the Window Cleaners
26   The Cheque's In the Post
27   The Cabinet of Kuniyoshi Kaneko
28   Microworlds
29   The Sadness of Things
30   London 1888
31   The End of History
32   I Want You, But I Don't Need You
33   The Age of Information
34   Born To Be Adored
35   Old Friend, New Flame
36   Tinnitus
37   Stefano Zarelli
38   Pygmalism
39   Scottish Lips
40   Beowulf (I Am Deformed)
41   The Laird Of Inversnecky
42   Life of the Fields
43   Frilly Military
44   Nervous Heartbeat
45   Hypnoprism
46   Love Wakes the Devil
47   Erase
48   Bibliotek
49   Bambi
50   The Ephebophobe
51   System of Usher
52   The Hiker
53   The Manticore
54   The Art Creep
55   Masks of Bebko
56   The Vaudevillian




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