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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C D
I was born with the charm of innocence
A Bb
On my back like a cross
C D
Thorns upon my forehead
A Bb
Round my neck I wore it
C
Sometimes a rabbit's claw
E
Sometimes an albatross
A C#m
It began at a school that turned boys into gentlemen
G Bm
Then turned them on to debauchery
A C#m
I was forced to my knees in front of these gentlemen
G Bm
If I refused they would torture me
A C#m
On Sundays I'd stalk the Botanical Garden
G Bm
And under my uniform something would harden
F E
Whenever I passed a girl of my own age
A C#m
Or did it begin with au pair girls from Germany
G Bm
Paid by the hour to look after us?
A C#m
Did it begin with that first opportunity
G Bm
To corner a stranger with nakedness?
A C#m
Maybe the clinical way they undressed me
G Bm
Stayed with me and deeply distressed me
F E
I think, at heart, I'm something of a prude
C D
I was born with the charm of innocence
A Bb
On my back like a cross
C D
Thorns upon my forehead
A Bb
Round my neck I wore it
C
Sometimes a rabbit's claw
E
Sometimes an albatross
A C#m
Then at eighteen I decided I wanted
G Bm
To be a commercial photographer
A C#m
I rented a studio down by the docks
G Bm
Which I shared with a friendly pornographer
A C#m
I photographed models in fluorescent light
G Bm
Whose veins were so blue and whose breasts were so white
F E
I assumed, like the moon, women were blue cheese
A C#m
When I left home I already had five years
G Bm
Of self abuse under my belt
A C#m
I found certain women who'd let me try anything
G Bm
Just to find out how it felt
A C#m
In some garish hotel room with vile decoration
G Bm
The wallpaper witnessed my first pollination
F E
The paisley patterns witnessed an abortion
C D
I was born with the charm of innocence
A Bb
On my back like a cross
C D
Thorns upon my forehead
A Bb
Round my neck I wore it
C
Sometimes a rabbit's claw
E
Sometimes an albatross
A C#m
In the army they taught me to share the abuse
G Bm
That I'd kept up 'til then to myself
A
There's nothing like killing
C#m G Bm
For coaxing a shy boy of twenty-one out of his shell
A C#m
In the dark continent with a peace-keeping force
G Bm
I fell in with a bunch of Algerian whores
F E
And promised them I'd try and keep in touch
B Ebm
We met up again in the eighteenth arrondisement
A C#m
I remember them well
B Ebm
Their lank stringy hair and their big bulbous noses
A C#m
Their unmistakable smell
B Ebm
I'd approach all the ugliest, seediest jerks
A C#m
And ask them to keep a young model in work
G F#
Some men, thank Christ, don't discriminate at all
C D
I was born with the charm of innocence
A Bb
On my back like a cross
C D
Thorns upon my forehead
A Bb
Round my neck I wore it
C
Sometimes a rabbit's claw
E
Sometimes an albatross
A C#m
I will pass my old age by a pale two-bar fire
G Bm
Patiently waiting to die
A C#m
Twitching the lace as the schoolgirls go past
G Bm
Tracing a page of Bataille
A C#m
And if you catch sight of my secondhand coat
G Bm
Leaving behind it a faint whiff of goat
F E
Remember both of us are naked underneath
B Ebm
I thought it would end with the first obscene phone call
A C#m
The second professional kill
B Ebm
But somehow detached from my actual behavior
A C#m
This innocence burdens me still
B Ebm
Up in the attic I pick up the brush
A C#m
Paint in the crow's feet, paint out the blush
G F#
The face this portrait is of is still capable of
G F#
The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of
G G/F# G/E G/F# F#
The face this portrait is of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
G G/F# G/E G/F# F#
The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
G G/F# G/E G/F# F#
The face this portrait is of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
G G/F# G/E G/F# F#
The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
G G/F# G/E G/F# F#
The face this portrait is of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
G G/F# G/E G/F# F#
The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
End on G.
I was born with the charm of innocence
A Bb
On my back like a cross
C D
Thorns upon my forehead
A Bb
Round my neck I wore it
C
Sometimes a rabbit's claw
E
Sometimes an albatross
A C#m
It began at a school that turned boys into gentlemen
G Bm
Then turned them on to debauchery
A C#m
I was forced to my knees in front of these gentlemen
G Bm
If I refused they would torture me
A C#m
On Sundays I'd stalk the Botanical Garden
G Bm
And under my uniform something would harden
F E
Whenever I passed a girl of my own age
A C#m
Or did it begin with au pair girls from Germany
G Bm
Paid by the hour to look after us?
A C#m
Did it begin with that first opportunity
G Bm
To corner a stranger with nakedness?
A C#m
Maybe the clinical way they undressed me
G Bm
Stayed with me and deeply distressed me
F E
I think, at heart, I'm something of a prude
C D
I was born with the charm of innocence
A Bb
On my back like a cross
C D
Thorns upon my forehead
A Bb
Round my neck I wore it
C
Sometimes a rabbit's claw
E
Sometimes an albatross
A C#m
Then at eighteen I decided I wanted
G Bm
To be a commercial photographer
A C#m
I rented a studio down by the docks
G Bm
Which I shared with a friendly pornographer
A C#m
I photographed models in fluorescent light
G Bm
Whose veins were so blue and whose breasts were so white
F E
I assumed, like the moon, women were blue cheese
A C#m
When I left home I already had five years
G Bm
Of self abuse under my belt
A C#m
I found certain women who'd let me try anything
G Bm
Just to find out how it felt
A C#m
In some garish hotel room with vile decoration
G Bm
The wallpaper witnessed my first pollination
F E
The paisley patterns witnessed an abortion
C D
I was born with the charm of innocence
A Bb
On my back like a cross
C D
Thorns upon my forehead
A Bb
Round my neck I wore it
C
Sometimes a rabbit's claw
E
Sometimes an albatross
A C#m
In the army they taught me to share the abuse
G Bm
That I'd kept up 'til then to myself
A
There's nothing like killing
C#m G Bm
For coaxing a shy boy of twenty-one out of his shell
A C#m
In the dark continent with a peace-keeping force
G Bm
I fell in with a bunch of Algerian whores
F E
And promised them I'd try and keep in touch
B Ebm
We met up again in the eighteenth arrondisement
A C#m
I remember them well
B Ebm
Their lank stringy hair and their big bulbous noses
A C#m
Their unmistakable smell
B Ebm
I'd approach all the ugliest, seediest jerks
A C#m
And ask them to keep a young model in work
G F#
Some men, thank Christ, don't discriminate at all
C D
I was born with the charm of innocence
A Bb
On my back like a cross
C D
Thorns upon my forehead
A Bb
Round my neck I wore it
C
Sometimes a rabbit's claw
E
Sometimes an albatross
A C#m
I will pass my old age by a pale two-bar fire
G Bm
Patiently waiting to die
A C#m
Twitching the lace as the schoolgirls go past
G Bm
Tracing a page of Bataille
A C#m
And if you catch sight of my secondhand coat
G Bm
Leaving behind it a faint whiff of goat
F E
Remember both of us are naked underneath
B Ebm
I thought it would end with the first obscene phone call
A C#m
The second professional kill
B Ebm
But somehow detached from my actual behavior
A C#m
This innocence burdens me still
B Ebm
Up in the attic I pick up the brush
A C#m
Paint in the crow's feet, paint out the blush
G F#
The face this portrait is of is still capable of
G F#
The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of
G G/F# G/E G/F# F#
The face this portrait is of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
G G/F# G/E G/F# F#
The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
G G/F# G/E G/F# F#
The face this portrait is of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
G G/F# G/E G/F# F#
The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
G G/F# G/E G/F# F#
The face this portrait is of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
G G/F# G/E G/F# F#
The face this portrait is supposed to be of is still capable of (Paint out the blush of shame)
End on G.
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Monalyssa