Biography:
Nick Currie (born February 11, 1960 in Paisley, Renfrewshire, Scotland, UK), more popularly known under the artist name Momus (after the Greek god of mockery), is a songwriter, writer, blogger and artist. Most of his songs are self-referential or postmodern.
For more than twenty years he has been releasing, to only marginal commercial and critical success, playful and transgressive albums on labels in the United Kingdom, the United States, and Japan.
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Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[VERSE]
Bm F#m
The string to his head, the boss makes it nod
Bm F#m
The string to his mouth, his mum pulls for food
Bm F#m
The string to his soul, it leads up to god
Bm F#m
But who controls the string to his cock?
[HALF CHORUS]
Bm F#m
In the bleak midwinter at the bottom of the stair
Bm F#m
I'll set myself on fire pour petrol in my hair
Bm F#m
If he would ever notice if he would even care
Bm N.C.
I'm just so bored...
[VERSE]
Bm F#m
Football on Sunday drinks after work
Bm F#m
Tuesday a DJ Friday a jerk
Bm F#m
And what really matters and who really cares
Bm F#m
My lover's a puppet Pierrot Lunaire
[CHORUS]
Bm F#m
In the bleak midwinter at the bottom of the stair
Bm F#m
I'll set myself on fire pour petrol in my hair
Bm F#m
If he would ever notice if he could even care
Bm C#7 F#m F#m F#m F#m
I'm so bored with Pierrot Lunaire
[VERSE]
Bm F#m
Others have boyfriends, boyfriends who care
Bm F#m
All flesh and blood, not string and air
Bm F#m
They lay them on beds, they whisper je t'aime
Bm F#m
They take off their clothes and make love to them
Bm F#m
One day I'll cut my arms off and send them to him
Bm F#m
I'll sever my legs, suspend them from strings
Bm F#m
I'll be Pulcinella, we'll hang out so close
Bm F#m
My wooden cheek to his wooden nose
[CHORUS]
Bm F#m
In the bleak midwinter at the bottom of the stair
Bm F#m
I'll set myself on fire pour petrol in my hair
Bm F#m
As if he'd even notice as if he'd ever care
Bm C#7 F#m F#m F#m F#m
I'm so in love with Pierrot Lunaire.
[VERSE]
Bm F#m
Lysergic Lysander nodding his head
Bm F#m
A glittering panda that needs to be fed
Bm F#m
A Cantonese opera performed at the zoo
Bm F#m
These foolish things remind me of you
[CHORUS]
Bm F#m
And the puppet girls kiss you, but they're on the move
Bm F#m
They must know I miss you, please come back soon
Bm F#m
In the depths of midwinter, at the bottom of the stair
Bm C#7 F#m
I'm on fire, Pierrot Lunaire.
[BRIDGE]
Bm F#m B F#m Bm F#m Bm F#m
[CHORUS]
Bm F#m
Oh, claire de la luna I know you'll never care
Bm F#m
I'll set myself on fire pour petrol in my hair
Bm F#m
If you would ever notice if you could even care
Bm C#7 F#m F#m
I'm in love with Pierrot Lunaire
Bm F#m
The string to his head, the boss makes it nod
Bm F#m
The string to his mouth, his mum pulls for food
Bm F#m
The string to his soul, it leads up to god
Bm F#m
But who controls the string to his cock?
[HALF CHORUS]
Bm F#m
In the bleak midwinter at the bottom of the stair
Bm F#m
I'll set myself on fire pour petrol in my hair
Bm F#m
If he would ever notice if he would even care
Bm N.C.
I'm just so bored...
[VERSE]
Bm F#m
Football on Sunday drinks after work
Bm F#m
Tuesday a DJ Friday a jerk
Bm F#m
And what really matters and who really cares
Bm F#m
My lover's a puppet Pierrot Lunaire
[CHORUS]
Bm F#m
In the bleak midwinter at the bottom of the stair
Bm F#m
I'll set myself on fire pour petrol in my hair
Bm F#m
If he would ever notice if he could even care
Bm C#7 F#m F#m F#m F#m
I'm so bored with Pierrot Lunaire
[VERSE]
Bm F#m
Others have boyfriends, boyfriends who care
Bm F#m
All flesh and blood, not string and air
Bm F#m
They lay them on beds, they whisper je t'aime
Bm F#m
They take off their clothes and make love to them
Bm F#m
One day I'll cut my arms off and send them to him
Bm F#m
I'll sever my legs, suspend them from strings
Bm F#m
I'll be Pulcinella, we'll hang out so close
Bm F#m
My wooden cheek to his wooden nose
[CHORUS]
Bm F#m
In the bleak midwinter at the bottom of the stair
Bm F#m
I'll set myself on fire pour petrol in my hair
Bm F#m
As if he'd even notice as if he'd ever care
Bm C#7 F#m F#m F#m F#m
I'm so in love with Pierrot Lunaire.
[VERSE]
Bm F#m
Lysergic Lysander nodding his head
Bm F#m
A glittering panda that needs to be fed
Bm F#m
A Cantonese opera performed at the zoo
Bm F#m
These foolish things remind me of you
[CHORUS]
Bm F#m
And the puppet girls kiss you, but they're on the move
Bm F#m
They must know I miss you, please come back soon
Bm F#m
In the depths of midwinter, at the bottom of the stair
Bm C#7 F#m
I'm on fire, Pierrot Lunaire.
[BRIDGE]
Bm F#m B F#m Bm F#m Bm F#m
[CHORUS]
Bm F#m
Oh, claire de la luna I know you'll never care
Bm F#m
I'll set myself on fire pour petrol in my hair
Bm F#m
If you would ever notice if you could even care
Bm C#7 F#m F#m
I'm in love with Pierrot Lunaire
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Monali Thakur
Monalisa Twins
Monalyssa