Momus - David Hamilton lyrics
[Momus - David Hamilton lyrics]
Mr david Hamilton is photographing me
Down among the lilies, down among the lilies
Shooting with his Hasselblad beneath
A willow tree one foot in the river
I'm bored and slightly chilly
Thursday goes and then Friday goes
And I long to strike another pose
Rain begins to patter on the leaves
Soft focus eroticism, art photography
Mr david Hamilton and me
Mr david Hamilton is photographing me
Like a pervert teacher with
His languid creature
Sketching out an adolescent sexuality
Where Nature longs for Culture
Culture longs for Nature
His big umbrella flash gun goes
He comes to rearrange my clothes
I must ensure that my bare legs are seen
Romanticism, Classicism, Soft Pornography
Mr david Hamilton and me
In the south of France I hear he
Keeps a house for waifs and strays
Where teenage girls like me
Can come and learn
Stay in bed till three o'clock and
Lounge about with nothing on
He only asks for photos in return
Member of the Royal Photography Society
Mr david, really, don't you think it's silly
A tank of liquid nitrogen
A cloud of carbon snow
Just to gild the lily, just to gild the lily
But, if this lazy suffering
Can bring erection to the lap
Of just one man, it hasn't been in vain
Mr david Hamilton is photographing me
Leaves begin to patter in the rain
Sunday goes and then Monday goes
And I long to strike another pose
A cow begins to nibble at my dress
Romanticism, Classicism, Soft Pornography
Mr david Hamilton, I guess
Down among the lilies, down among the lilies
Shooting with his Hasselblad beneath
A willow tree one foot in the river
I'm bored and slightly chilly
Thursday goes and then Friday goes
And I long to strike another pose
Rain begins to patter on the leaves
Soft focus eroticism, art photography
Mr david Hamilton and me
Mr david Hamilton is photographing me
Like a pervert teacher with
His languid creature
Sketching out an adolescent sexuality
Where Nature longs for Culture
Culture longs for Nature
His big umbrella flash gun goes
He comes to rearrange my clothes
I must ensure that my bare legs are seen
Romanticism, Classicism, Soft Pornography
Mr david Hamilton and me
In the south of France I hear he
Keeps a house for waifs and strays
Where teenage girls like me
Can come and learn
Stay in bed till three o'clock and
Lounge about with nothing on
He only asks for photos in return
Member of the Royal Photography Society
Mr david, really, don't you think it's silly
A tank of liquid nitrogen
A cloud of carbon snow
Just to gild the lily, just to gild the lily
But, if this lazy suffering
Can bring erection to the lap
Of just one man, it hasn't been in vain
Mr david Hamilton is photographing me
Leaves begin to patter in the rain
Sunday goes and then Monday goes
And I long to strike another pose
A cow begins to nibble at my dress
Romanticism, Classicism, Soft Pornography
Mr david Hamilton, I guess