Momus - Folk Me Amadeus lyrics
[Momus - Folk Me Amadeus lyrics]
There's no infinite reckoning in
This eternal line
No deeper meaning beckoning in
This runic design
So folk me Amadeus one more time
My children were fair and wore
Stars in their hair
Now they're bald, watch TV
And buy New Age CDs the unicorn's a horse on
Whom some sad bastard
Has superglued a horn of plastic
In a post-everything world it
Still pains me, girl
To spell it out for you
The Celtic skirl of Alan Stivell might
As well be 'Cotton Eye Joe'
Put it flat on the floor with a 4
4 beat, add Monsieur Oizo
Tragedy, Celtic tragedy
I lost myself in London, Paris, San Fransisco
So folk me, Amadeus, to Celtic tragedy disco
The druids were bullies on mushrooms and brew
Selling mindbending moonshine to
Suckers like you to undermine it all
It's a bill of snake oil
I wish the myths were true, but
You should be so lucky, lucky
Roots, schmoots, you should know by now
It's the Electronic age, not the Jurassic
Gypsy, schmipsy you're all just as tipsy
As Tiny Tim tripping on acid
Your Celtic moonshine is J arthur Rank
The Incredible String Band is
Banned from my Republic
King Arthur is laughing all the
Way to the bank
Muscle men in thongs all oiled up
And bronzed swing their prongs
To batter a horrible bong
From the execrable Gong
Tragedy, Celtic tragedy
I lost myself in Tokyo and San Fransisco
So folk me, Amadeus, to Celtic tragedy disco
The world is superflat now
But ironies abound transcendence isn't dead
It just went deeper underground
Within this 'no infinity' infinity is found
The lack of deeper meaning's getting
Deeper all the time
'Cotton Eye Joe' may just be joke folk techno
But tonight it had me crying
So folk me Amadeus one more time
Tragedy, Celtic tragedy
I lost myself in Marrakesh and San Fransisco
So folk me, Amadeus, to Celtic tragedy disco
This eternal line
No deeper meaning beckoning in
This runic design
So folk me Amadeus one more time
My children were fair and wore
Stars in their hair
Now they're bald, watch TV
And buy New Age CDs the unicorn's a horse on
Whom some sad bastard
Has superglued a horn of plastic
In a post-everything world it
Still pains me, girl
To spell it out for you
The Celtic skirl of Alan Stivell might
As well be 'Cotton Eye Joe'
Put it flat on the floor with a 4
4 beat, add Monsieur Oizo
Tragedy, Celtic tragedy
I lost myself in London, Paris, San Fransisco
So folk me, Amadeus, to Celtic tragedy disco
The druids were bullies on mushrooms and brew
Selling mindbending moonshine to
Suckers like you to undermine it all
It's a bill of snake oil
I wish the myths were true, but
You should be so lucky, lucky
Roots, schmoots, you should know by now
It's the Electronic age, not the Jurassic
Gypsy, schmipsy you're all just as tipsy
As Tiny Tim tripping on acid
Your Celtic moonshine is J arthur Rank
The Incredible String Band is
Banned from my Republic
King Arthur is laughing all the
Way to the bank
Muscle men in thongs all oiled up
And bronzed swing their prongs
To batter a horrible bong
From the execrable Gong
Tragedy, Celtic tragedy
I lost myself in Tokyo and San Fransisco
So folk me, Amadeus, to Celtic tragedy disco
The world is superflat now
But ironies abound transcendence isn't dead
It just went deeper underground
Within this 'no infinity' infinity is found
The lack of deeper meaning's getting
Deeper all the time
'Cotton Eye Joe' may just be joke folk techno
But tonight it had me crying
So folk me Amadeus one more time
Tragedy, Celtic tragedy
I lost myself in Marrakesh and San Fransisco
So folk me, Amadeus, to Celtic tragedy disco