Momus - 2pm lyrics

Post morning, pre-mortem
I promised the ghost of Meleager
I would marry Deianira
So I went to Calydon where Oeneus was king
Stopping to fight the rivergod
Achelous on the way
I won when I broke his horn

In the pyramid at Giza
I become lost in a succession of chambers
I am blind like Homer yet
Strangely I still see
Screenprinted cows and silver foil
Gigantic ants scuttling on a motherboard
While I sew with Ariadne, the white rabbit
Scurries away down next door's burrow

Two in the afternoon
In an ephemeral hospital
The radio therapy ward is
Filled with tiny lights


A pile of dim barely perceptible
Earth in a heap and spiritual distant music
At two in the afternoon

I wander in Venice with Von Aschenbach
Seeking a lost child in a red cape
Coughing blood and the swine of Circe come
Running to their deaths
Maddened by the singing of the sirens
Winter fog rolling in off the lido
Sometimes a god crosses your
Path here unannounced
In the pyramid the mummy grows
Mouldy at the last at two in the afternoon

Haile Selassi orders a stamp
Collection to be brought
Lifts the stamps with tweezers
And places them back
I leave him to his pastime
For time will probably pass regardless
I strike out from Alexandria
To the Athenian apartment of my ninth year
Lycabetus blasted in monastic rock
The hot mountains snow capped with marble
Dust storms over Psychico
Lime Cordial on Eucalyptus Square
Where is it now?
And where also my Parisian child bride?
Into the sea they flow
With Villon's medieval snow

Four legs in the morning
Two in the afternoon three at evening
Flat on our backs by dawn

Two in the afternoon
Gracchus the hunter joins me now
He offers me the oars and I row
From one Greek island to the next
While Gracchus writes
If it be possible so deep in death to write
The secrets of the world
In the margins of a little girl's
Spidery pencilled Spice Girls scrapbook
Picked up from the ground in Hackney
The crows of Tokyo are sombre umbrellas
Flapping atop telegraph poles in
The rainy season
A writer hurries by dressed in
A restrained check pattern
Composing in his head the 31st
Syllable of a tanka

Leigh Bowery is sitting at his sewing machine
Corpulent, pale eyed
Flash forward: he is stammering
'a few more days'
As they threaten to turn off
His life support machine
And the ECG bleep goes spastic

Slavic women decorate their
Anguish with ullulations
The mongolian terror is fresh
In their memories grim dawn comes from the
East bringing carrion
Over the grass of the highlands
Gulls girn, denouncing all culprit's
The skull prickles, the hairs rise
Poe indulges in voluptuous melancholia
Polysyllabic
Like the grass the horsemen know we perish

For me it's 2PM for the moment life goes on

And the Minotaur plays Nintendo
Basho squats before the emperor
The former thirteen and a
Half year old genius
Exposes himself in a subway passage
To a halfwit girl he scares
Half out of her wit's
As Brahms completes his Requiem
Shakespeare and the Bishop Of Winchester
Are teasing the fraus in
The stews of Southwark
They are baiting bears in the nearby pit
The arena has been flooded
Shakespeare and the Bishop take their
Seats for the re-enactment
Of the sea battle between the Genji and Haike
The imperial boat is already on fire
The battle was lost centuries before

Deianira agrees to be my wife
We purchase an ivy green Lexus
Flagship of the range
And live, discreetly luxurious
In a premier shell loft conversion
In the Hollywood hills
The converted observatory at Palo Alto

Three at evening flat on our backs by dawn
For me it's 2pm for the moment life goes on

Four legs in the morning
Two in the afternoon three at evening
Flat on our backs by dawn