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All Momus Lyrics (en) Total 357

Momus - ThierryA Thierry Mugler suit ruined my life And now when I wear this suit, my wife Laughs at me with a laugh so sour I have to fly to Corsica to regain my power And there, the
Momus - PerfectoI threw wine in the face of nothing Torture me or let me be Sold my mind to a higher power Sold my soul to glory Someone locked me in the bathroom Of the dirty mausoleum
Momus - Slippery LifeIt's a slippery life When even Mr Sherlock Holmes Is outrun by developments And wanders lost at 3am Without his pipe And Watson nowhere to be found Grasping for the
Momus - The Stars are OutIdolatry isn't what it used to be Not since they miniaturised God, you see Kid's got talent like my bed's got styrofoam I know it's true, I've seen it on my
Momus - Fuck This YearFuck this year, fuck this pain Things will never be good again Fuck this year with a sawn-off brick Fuck this year, it makes me sick Fuck this year with the sizzle of death
Momus - Murder in the VillageMurder in the village, Sir Roger’s driving in Suspicion points the finger at irascible Miss Pym But she’s a red herring, and so is Mr Pool The handyman and janitor who creeps around
Momus - My RoseMy rose has a thorn in the eye of its teeth I'm rolling down the hill Rolling in the sun My rose has a sigh in the side of its eye Earth is turning and the earth is burning
Momus - GarlandI find you so glamorous Your very failure is success You became the little mouse that roared And when I'm nearly desperate When life is looking desolate Like Judy Garland
Momus - TrumpI've got nothing but Mr Trump I'm no threat to your system I ape the swells in their parking garages But down in the park at midnight I don't think like a victim
Momus - The Good Person of SichuanThe gods came to Sichuan The gods declared their plan To destroy Sichuan I'm so good but I've been bad I'm so sappy I've been had Hoping for a glimpse
Momus - The Mosquito SongMosquito male, you’re a gentleman, sir You don’t bite flesh, you live on flower nectar It’s your bloody wife with her tongue in my leg Taking all my blood to make her eggs Your
Momus - MidasMidas, the king with the golden brain My lust is also my pain In Babylon, people are swung And rung like bells Your heaven on earth Is our hell My life doesn't
Momus - This is the PlaceBeyond the things I know I want lies everything I want How wonderful to ride upon an electronic swan Too much of a good thing can still be a good thing Speaking without judging,
Momus - Make WayMake way, make way for more of the same Like it, lump it, nothing's gonna change Raise your hat to a system with no name No escape and nobody to blame Stamp your foot,
Momus - HelioboreGrippergrumps and fizzyrads Dinky creepergruffs with metrograds Whizzycrashing round the clive Patterclash at mixy troglodrive Brinky spearing on a collymaloose Jimpo and his
Momus - The BeastI have three arms to hold you Four hands to touch you there A horse’s phallus to console you In the stench of country air I am coarse and hairy With a cast that hides a
Momus - The Art Creep is DeadThe art creep is dead His name was Fred He hanged himself from a gallery wall In a decolonising biennial He was the lone bobo The great white fail Cos he failed to
Momus - Pocket ApocalypseThe battery life of a pocket apocalypse A sea of bright yellow-bellied cockroach lies Lines laid down, pretty puppy put a sock in it Off to your bed with your drippy-droppy thighs
Momus - Self-IdentityYou do you and I'll do me But I’ll probably do me better cos I did me first And I know if you were me You'd lack the digital skills and you'd do me worse This is
Momus - Friendly WorldTo an earth windy with winter winds You came naked as a child begins You lay freezing, not owning anything And a woman wrapped you in a nappy No one's angry, just
Momus - Night ClinicWhen you pretend You want control In the end you just lose control And down's been down so so long It smells like love In the night clinic All alone
Momus - Peter GrimesGreat Bear in the trees And the Pleiades Turning like a funfair ride O my missing twin Where do I begin To tell you how I turn inside Two of us were born Then
Momus - Pesky BlightersThe kitchen munchers Such lino crawlers Come pirouetting through my room As if they owned my room Perhaps they do Of parasitical persuasion Cartwheeling towards my
Momus - TotentanzNow we dance a totentanz A totentanz for sex A totentanz for pleasure that The modern world forgets Future humans may agree Medievals did it best That is if in future
Momus - Influencer VillageONE-TWO-THREE-FOUR! With this filter I is hot Influencer village You've got hedgehogs, we've got gods Everything is image Influencer in the know
Momus - The Coffee ProfessorI spend each day drinking third wave coffee I'm probably drinking too much Now I've got the jitters and my walk has got so wobbly I have to use a medical crutch, you see
Momus - SmudgeWell my poor old todger is rogered to smudge Like a battered and blue Pushmi-Pullyu I once had a block refuse point blank to budge When he parked his red bus up my studio
Momus - FriendsShe copied the key to my flat Gave my stuff away I had to go down to the charity shops And buy it all back again She took my passport, set it on fire And now I can't go
Momus - Midnight SunMy old man's a wag, you see Walking in the sunshine even in the nighttime Though he's dead he talks to me And this is how the daisies grow How bad can death really
Momus - SupervillainNo Aston, no Martin No mountain to ski Surrounded, your England By Scots and the sea Just Scots and the sea Your sky only ceiling Your lives only one As

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Nicholas “Nick” Currie (born 11 February 1960), more popularly known under the artist name Momus (after the Greek god of mockery), is a Scottish songwriter, author, blogger and former journalist for Wired.
For over thirty years he has been releasing, to marginal commercial and critical success, albums on labels in the United Kingdom, the United States, and Japan.
Momus began by recording post-punk material with ex-members of Josef K in a group called The Happy Family in the early 1980s and was associated with the musicians around Postcard Records (although he never recorded for that label). His debut solo album Circus Maximus (1986, él records) explored biblical themes in dark, almost Gothic acoustic style. His debt to the influence of Gallic pop was clear from a subsequent, sardonically self-referencing cover of Jacques Brel’s “Jacky”.
In 1987, when he lived in London, he signed to Creation Records and began to record the hyper-literate, quirky pop songs for which he is best known. A trio of albums, The Poison Boyfriend, Tender Pervert and Don’t Stop The Night, blended accessible dance-pop with such heavy lyrical themes as paedophilia, necrophilia and adultery. The latter album almost yielded a hit in the UK with “The Hairstyle of the Devil” which peaked at No. 94 in the UK Singles Charts in May 1989, and was a local hit in San Francisco, reaching #32 on a year-end list from SF’s KITS Live 105 radio station. Subsequent albums on Creation included Hippopotamomus, a scatological tribute to Gainsbourg, as Momus continued to push boundaries of acceptability within accessible pop structures.
By 1994, however, when Creation signed Oasis, his music began to seem wildly out of place compared to the newer, more ‘laddish’ and commercial sounds Creation started to produce. He moved to Paris and signed to Cherry Red Records. Since then he has lived in other countries and, while less popular in Britain, has had a reasonable level of commercial success, especially in Japan, where he wrote and produced records for successful singer Kahimi Karie, including the hit single “Good Morning World”, which was originally written as for a cosmetics advert.
He has been sued twice. The first time was from Michelin UK, for the song “Michelin Man”, which compared the mascot to a blow-up doll, on Hippopotamomus (1991).
He was sued by Wendy Carlos for the song “Walter Carlos” (which postulated that the post-sexual reassignment surgery Wendy could travel back in time to marry her pre-surgery self, Walter) on The Little Red Songbook (1998). The case was settled out of court for a fee of $30,000, withdrawal of the song, agreement not to use Carlos' name for any purpose, and payment of damages and attorney’s fees to Carlos. To pay off the debt, Momus wrote 30 songs, one about each person or group who commissioned a song for $1,000, compiling Stars Forever (1999). Patrons included artist Jeff Koons and Japanese musician Cornelius. Stars Forever also features the winners of a karaoke contest started on The Little Red Songbook (1998).
He has continued to regularly release Momus albums.
In the last two decades, Momus has lived in London, Paris, Tokyo, New York and Berlin. He has made Osaka his home since 2010.
In December 1997, he contracted acanthamoeba keratitis in his right eye due to a contact lens mishap sustained whilst on holiday in Greece, causing loss of vision on that side. Although his sight subsequently improved following surgery he has suffered lingering effects from the infection since, causing him to often be photographed in an eyepatch, very dark glasses, or squinting.,