Song | I Was A Maoist Intellectual |
Artist | Momus |
Album | Slender Sherbet |
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作词 : Momus | |
I always knew that I could seize the world's imagination | |
And show the possibilities for transformation | |
I saw a nation in decay, but also a solution: Permanent cultural revolution | |
Whenever I played my protest songs the press applauded me | |
Rolled out the red carpet, parted the Red Sea | |
But the petite bourgeois philistines stayed away | |
They preferred their artists to have nothing to say | |
How did I pass my time on earth? Now it can be revealed: | |
I was a Maoist intellectual in the entertainment field | |
I showed the people how they lived and told them it was bad | |
Showed them the insanity inside the bureaucrat | |
And the archetypes and stereotypes that were my stock in trade | |
Toppled all the ivory towers that privilege had made | |
Though I tried to change your mind I never tried your patience | |
All I tried to do was to point out your exploitation | |
But the powers that be took this to be a personal insult | |
And refused to help me build my personality cult | |
How did I pass my time an earth, what on earth got into me? | |
I was a Maoist intellectual in the music industry | |
I left the normal world behind and started living in | |
A hinterland between dissolution and self discipline | |
I burned the midnight oil to build my way of seeing | |
A miner at the coal face of meaning | |
The rich despised the songs I wrote which told the poor their worth | |
Told the shy to speak and told the meek to take the earth | |
But my downfall came from being three things the working classes hated: | |
Agitated, organized and over-educated | |
How did I pass my time on earth, how did I bear witness? | |
As a Maoist intellectual in the entertainment business | |
And how was I treated in this world and in this industry? | |
As a Maoist intellectual in a business would be | |
I became a hotel doorman, I stood there on the doormat | |
Clutching my forgotten discs in their forgotten format | |
Trying to hand them out to all the stars who sauntered in | |
The ones who hadn't been like me, who hadn't lived in vain | |
I gave up ideology the day I lost my looks | |
I never found a publisher for my little red books | |
When I died the energy released by my frustration | |
Was nearly enough for re-incarnation | |
But if I could live my life again the last thing that I'd be | |
Is a Maoist intellectual in the music industry | |
No, if I could live my life again I think I'd like to be | |
The man whose job is to stop the men who think like me | |
Yeah! If l could live my life again that'd be the thing to be | |
The man who plots the stumbling blocks | |
In the lives of the likes of me! |
zuo ci : Momus | |
I always knew that I could seize the world' s imagination | |
And show the possibilities for transformation | |
I saw a nation in decay, but also a solution: Permanent cultural revolution | |
Whenever I played my protest songs the press applauded me | |
Rolled out the red carpet, parted the Red Sea | |
But the petite bourgeois philistines stayed away | |
They preferred their artists to have nothing to say | |
How did I pass my time on earth? Now it can be revealed: | |
I was a Maoist intellectual in the entertainment field | |
I showed the people how they lived and told them it was bad | |
Showed them the insanity inside the bureaucrat | |
And the archetypes and stereotypes that were my stock in trade | |
Toppled all the ivory towers that privilege had made | |
Though I tried to change your mind I never tried your patience | |
All I tried to do was to point out your exploitation | |
But the powers that be took this to be a personal insult | |
And refused to help me build my personality cult | |
How did I pass my time an earth, what on earth got into me? | |
I was a Maoist intellectual in the music industry | |
I left the normal world behind and started living in | |
A hinterland between dissolution and self discipline | |
I burned the midnight oil to build my way of seeing | |
A miner at the coal face of meaning | |
The rich despised the songs I wrote which told the poor their worth | |
Told the shy to speak and told the meek to take the earth | |
But my downfall came from being three things the working classes hated: | |
Agitated, organized and overeducated | |
How did I pass my time on earth, how did I bear witness? | |
As a Maoist intellectual in the entertainment business | |
And how was I treated in this world and in this industry? | |
As a Maoist intellectual in a business would be | |
I became a hotel doorman, I stood there on the doormat | |
Clutching my forgotten discs in their forgotten format | |
Trying to hand them out to all the stars who sauntered in | |
The ones who hadn' t been like me, who hadn' t lived in vain | |
I gave up ideology the day I lost my looks | |
I never found a publisher for my little red books | |
When I died the energy released by my frustration | |
Was nearly enough for reincarnation | |
But if I could live my life again the last thing that I' d be | |
Is a Maoist intellectual in the music industry | |
No, if I could live my life again I think I' d like to be | |
The man whose job is to stop the men who think like me | |
Yeah! If l could live my life again that' d be the thing to be | |
The man who plots the stumbling blocks | |
In the lives of the likes of me! |
zuò cí : Momus | |
I always knew that I could seize the world' s imagination | |
And show the possibilities for transformation | |
I saw a nation in decay, but also a solution: Permanent cultural revolution | |
Whenever I played my protest songs the press applauded me | |
Rolled out the red carpet, parted the Red Sea | |
But the petite bourgeois philistines stayed away | |
They preferred their artists to have nothing to say | |
How did I pass my time on earth? Now it can be revealed: | |
I was a Maoist intellectual in the entertainment field | |
I showed the people how they lived and told them it was bad | |
Showed them the insanity inside the bureaucrat | |
And the archetypes and stereotypes that were my stock in trade | |
Toppled all the ivory towers that privilege had made | |
Though I tried to change your mind I never tried your patience | |
All I tried to do was to point out your exploitation | |
But the powers that be took this to be a personal insult | |
And refused to help me build my personality cult | |
How did I pass my time an earth, what on earth got into me? | |
I was a Maoist intellectual in the music industry | |
I left the normal world behind and started living in | |
A hinterland between dissolution and self discipline | |
I burned the midnight oil to build my way of seeing | |
A miner at the coal face of meaning | |
The rich despised the songs I wrote which told the poor their worth | |
Told the shy to speak and told the meek to take the earth | |
But my downfall came from being three things the working classes hated: | |
Agitated, organized and overeducated | |
How did I pass my time on earth, how did I bear witness? | |
As a Maoist intellectual in the entertainment business | |
And how was I treated in this world and in this industry? | |
As a Maoist intellectual in a business would be | |
I became a hotel doorman, I stood there on the doormat | |
Clutching my forgotten discs in their forgotten format | |
Trying to hand them out to all the stars who sauntered in | |
The ones who hadn' t been like me, who hadn' t lived in vain | |
I gave up ideology the day I lost my looks | |
I never found a publisher for my little red books | |
When I died the energy released by my frustration | |
Was nearly enough for reincarnation | |
But if I could live my life again the last thing that I' d be | |
Is a Maoist intellectual in the music industry | |
No, if I could live my life again I think I' d like to be | |
The man whose job is to stop the men who think like me | |
Yeah! If l could live my life again that' d be the thing to be | |
The man who plots the stumbling blocks | |
In the lives of the likes of me! |