Cosmos

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Momus - Pop

Cosmos

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Duration: 4:04

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Lyrics

Here he comes bearing bouquets Of self-fertilising flowers to flatter ugly women with To conquer them with the syphilis he calls civilisation In a blur of open zippers and blatant contradiction Self-destructively intense he brooks no opposition The zenith of dissolution, the Satan of the botanical garden And none of this should happen to a minimalist Strutting on the catwalk of isolated days So I give my foe the slip, from a cowslip's bell I sip Slumming in my slutty little rockery all day Trying to evade the great parade And working on my play But he's a human, he's a woman In a sparkly push-me pullover On a checked pyjama sleepover He can pull you like a pushover In a blur of open zippers Like a sleazy, tawdry opera Performed in bedroom slippers My official opposition, self-destructively open He brooks no contradiction Strutting on the catwalk of his isolated days Here he comes again The Satan of the botanical garden A hidden basement poltergeist Drinking gin and peppermint Scuffling, mincing, bent Quite magnificent Life is green, I am puce Life is mauve, I am orange Straw in the wind, straw in the wind Straw in the wind Fly, fly, fly Hic, haec, hoc Straw in the wind Life is mauve on purple grass Shafts of light But we are merely insects Existing on the tail of a turtle That grows upwards, downwards, sideways Into the concrete cosmos

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