Black midi - 27 Questions (Recorded At Electrical Audio with Steve Albini) lyrics
[Black midi - 27 Questions Recorded At Electrical Audio with Steve Albini lyrics]
When lost in the wild rain there
Is nothing you can do
When lost in city rain there
Is something you can do
Take a refuge wherever’s
Marked "Admission Free"
As we did one night in late ‘63
I'd never seen the man on the poster before
But my friend said he was a
Big star before the war
The boy by the door, louder than a bomb
All the way down the street
You heard his song
"Roll up, roll up, tonight is the night
Freddy Fürst's gives his last
Will live on stage
Roll up, roll up, for the show of a lifetime
Doors open at quarter to 8"
Satin upholstery that was once brilliant
We picked it's loose stuffing
And looked around
There were duchesses and dukes
And beggars and pimps
All sat side-by-side to watch his
Last grasp at life
The grand centrepiece was
A gold-green sarcophagus
Flanked either side by oil paint
Pictures of the man
First of all
A film tried to explain his lifelong dream
Afterward, music started and a young girl
Ran on with operatic screams
Two hours went by and
His sixty-five daughters
Who told, through opera
Of his life's importance
They sang of his exploit's all over the earth
His likes and his dislikes
His undoubtable worth
And after a last crescendo where
They all cried as one
They harkened quickly off
But the music played on
From within the sarcophagus rose
A spot-lit withered hand
Mister Fürst emerged
And to the racing beat he danced
With the vital energy of a newborn chimp
He spun and he spun and he spun and he spun
Hopelessly wrinkled and by no means thin
He soon became dizzy
And regained his composure
And opened his mouth to sing:
"Thank you for listening
I won’t be too long
Just twenty-seven questions to
Finish this song
Does there exist a marriage
That can survive castration?
A future where a man can
Go a year without hydration?
Is grass ever greener?
Is the will really free?
Is it only black you see
When you join the deceased?
Will I forever be a mediocrity
A hideous glut with trembling knees?
In death will I see the girls of daydreams
Intangibly dressed, invisibly seamed?
Will the sun burn out?
Will my corpse grow a beard?
Will my house be kept and my sperm be reared?
Will I shatter the big time, posthumous pace?
Will I find a home, or go to waste?
In Heaven
Do the morals of the Earth still stand?
Or can I bridge the gaps
Betwixt beast and man?
Is there such a thing as a universal truth?
And a lost secret to eternal youth?
Do nuns fornicate and do the scientists pray?
Is a sin committed every moment of every day?
That’s not quite 27 but my
Chest feels awful tight
So thank you for listening
Good night, good night, good night"
Freddy Fürst blew up to the size
Of a hot air balloon
Red as all hellfire and loud a satan’s siren
And he wheezed and moaned in pain as he rose
But we all just laughed at the sad, old oaf
And laughed all the way home
Is nothing you can do
When lost in city rain there
Is something you can do
Take a refuge wherever’s
Marked "Admission Free"
As we did one night in late ‘63
I'd never seen the man on the poster before
But my friend said he was a
Big star before the war
The boy by the door, louder than a bomb
All the way down the street
You heard his song
"Roll up, roll up, tonight is the night
Freddy Fürst's gives his last
Will live on stage
Roll up, roll up, for the show of a lifetime
Doors open at quarter to 8"
Satin upholstery that was once brilliant
We picked it's loose stuffing
And looked around
There were duchesses and dukes
And beggars and pimps
All sat side-by-side to watch his
Last grasp at life
The grand centrepiece was
A gold-green sarcophagus
Flanked either side by oil paint
Pictures of the man
First of all
A film tried to explain his lifelong dream
Afterward, music started and a young girl
Ran on with operatic screams
Two hours went by and
His sixty-five daughters
Who told, through opera
Of his life's importance
They sang of his exploit's all over the earth
His likes and his dislikes
His undoubtable worth
And after a last crescendo where
They all cried as one
They harkened quickly off
But the music played on
From within the sarcophagus rose
A spot-lit withered hand
Mister Fürst emerged
And to the racing beat he danced
With the vital energy of a newborn chimp
He spun and he spun and he spun and he spun
Hopelessly wrinkled and by no means thin
He soon became dizzy
And regained his composure
And opened his mouth to sing:
"Thank you for listening
I won’t be too long
Just twenty-seven questions to
Finish this song
Does there exist a marriage
That can survive castration?
A future where a man can
Go a year without hydration?
Is grass ever greener?
Is the will really free?
Is it only black you see
When you join the deceased?
Will I forever be a mediocrity
A hideous glut with trembling knees?
In death will I see the girls of daydreams
Intangibly dressed, invisibly seamed?
Will the sun burn out?
Will my corpse grow a beard?
Will my house be kept and my sperm be reared?
Will I shatter the big time, posthumous pace?
Will I find a home, or go to waste?
In Heaven
Do the morals of the Earth still stand?
Or can I bridge the gaps
Betwixt beast and man?
Is there such a thing as a universal truth?
And a lost secret to eternal youth?
Do nuns fornicate and do the scientists pray?
Is a sin committed every moment of every day?
That’s not quite 27 but my
Chest feels awful tight
So thank you for listening
Good night, good night, good night"
Freddy Fürst blew up to the size
Of a hot air balloon
Red as all hellfire and loud a satan’s siren
And he wheezed and moaned in pain as he rose
But we all just laughed at the sad, old oaf
And laughed all the way home