e lo dedico a Nick Currie, in arte Momus.trovo questo scozzese un poco bizzarro e geniale, fin dagli inizi Happy Family con Paul Haig - mi correggo, Weddell e Torrance (sempre ex Josef K) -. Ora poi assomiglia ad un incubo della mia infanzia, con quella benda sull'occhio... comunque questo testo mi piace un casino....murderers, the hope of women
poison boyfriend - momus (1987)With this knife I cut the cakeWho will be my bride todaySweet Fanny AdamsWatch her climb the step ladderA present from her stepfatherSweet Fanny AdamsSee her reaching out and stripping down the muslin drapesA cover for her nakedness, a veil for her faceWith curtains for your wedding dressYou must take your place amongstThe Proper Little MadamsAnd now because I love youI must take my place tooAmongst the murderers, the hope of womenDeath in every new beginningI must take this woman for my sentence of lifeAnd she must take my knifeI will buy a ring of goldAnd you will practise birth controlSweet Fanny AdamsLike a puppet on a stringOf oestrogen and progesteroneSweet Fanny AdamsThis is where your misery startsThis is where your mystery stopsWe'll rent a televisionTo replace Pandora's BoxAnd I will wear a business faceAnd you will learn your proper placeFrom those Proper Little MadamsAnd in my world of cut and thrustI will learn that my place, my place must .....Be with the murderers, the hope of womenDeath in every new beginningI must take this woman for my sentence of lifeAnd she must take my knifeIn my pipe and slippersDo I look like Jack The Ripper?Sweet Fanny AdamsBut I poisoned you with every kissSmothered you with domestic blissSweet Fanny AdamsUnderneath the suntan from the sun lamp that we boughtYour face is paler than the pale face of a corpseAnd from the seventh floor of our bungalowYou flung yourself down to where they stood belowThose Proper Little MadamsBut in white hair, wrinkles and false teethI escaped detection by the policeOne of the murderers, the hope of womenDeath in every new beginningI must take this woman for my sentence of lifeAnd she must take my knife