Flame into Being - Momus

Now the weight of the books has crushed my delicate fingers

I’m not trying to be Paganini any more

All I dream about these days is sex with strangers

Rats in spats and bowler hats on the dance floor

Some days my head is the turret for a machine gun

And the world is torn apart by a hail of words

In tongues of fire the rookie priest reads the lesson

And I would like to «e him chapter and verse

He said «I'm in love with everyone who knows it’s hard

To build a way of seeing

Who knows that nevertheless that’s the only way

To flame into being»

I was always the sucker that got led into temptation

When I didn’t have a job, couldn’t pay the bills

But stretch me out on your tasteless warehouse sofa

And there or somewhere else I’ll do your will

Maybe I’ll come out clubbing on a rainy night in Soho

So many clichés have sentimental truth, don’t you find?

You be Judith and I’ll be Holofernes

Living with a beautiful woman

I’m jealous all the time

And I’m in love with everyone who knows it’s hard

To build a way of seeing

Who knows that nevertheless that’s the only way

To flame into being

So take me to the people who’ll gratify my ego

Because under the swagger I don’t know who I am

Caesar beware the ides of adolescence

Here comes some new Brutus in black 501s, ha!

From the pores of his skin you can smell the cappuchino

And his avaricious eyes are shining like the sun

Black bat night come down from your roost now

And cover me with your wings

Under my eyes I shall wear your engagement ring

And I’m in love with everyone who knows it’s hard

To build a way of seeing

Who knows that nevertheless that’s the only way

To flame into being

But as soon as I decide that this is not the place for me to stay

I feel currents that buoy me up and bear me away

And burglars or writers will carry this love away too

Don’t regret this, just forget me, let me release you

And as soon as I decide I’m more fertile or just more sober

Maybe I’ll think of you like a touching American film

How I left you washing the face of our baby

How whenever I live alone

My hands and eyes work again

And I’m in love with everyone who knows it’s hard

To build a way of seeing

Who knows that nevertheless that’s the only way

To flame into being

Yeah, I’m in love with everyone who knows it’s hard

To build a way of seeing

Who knows that nevertheless that’s the only way

To flame into being

— -by the flowers