Slide Projector Lie Detector - Momus

I’ve spent my life with some regrets

Between naked girls and gadgets

Trying to make the best of things

A clean breast of things

I clear my desk of papers but avoid

The little nest of naked Polaroids

I’m married now but can’t deny

I was a single man when I

Collected slides of girls

And hid them in this carousel

To shine for selfish pleasure on my wall

My slide projector lie detector

Shines the things I don’t remember

Seven metres tall

On my living room wall

My yesterdays you thought were dead

Are back to life forever

My word processor’s got a text corrector

That’s got a thing built in

That stops me when I try to enter lies

That prints the truth and cuts me down to size

My yesterdays you thought were gone

Spring back to life when you stumble on

A photograph I made

A duplicate tape on video 8

Of long-lost days I long ago erased

My slide projector lie detector

Shines the things I don’t remember

Seven metres tall

Across our living room wall

My video cassette recorder plays cassettes in rigid order

Scans for naked skin

Locate the index, hit slow motion, switch to playback

No fast-forwarding

My slide projector lie detector shines the things I don’t remember

Seven metres tall

Across our living room wall