Folk Me Amadeus Lyrics

Song	Folk Me Amadeus
Artist	Momus
Album	Folktronic
Download	Image LRC TXT

	作词 : Currie
	There's no infinite reckoning in this eternal line
	No deeper meaning beckoning in this runic design
	So folk me Amadeus
	One more time
	My children were fair and wore stars in their hair
	Now they're bald, watch TV and buy new age Cd's
	The unicorn's a horse on whom some sad bastard
	Has superglued a horn of plastic
	In this post-everything world it still pains me girl
	To spell it out for you
	The Celtic skirl of Alan Stivell
	Might as well be Cotton-Eyed Joe
	Put it flat on the floor with a four/four beat
	Add Monsieur Oiseau
	Tragedy, Celtic tragedy
	I lost myself in London, Paris, San Francisco
	So folk me Amadeus
	To Celtic tragedy disco
	The druids were bullies
	On mushrooms and brew
	Selling mind-bending moonshine to suckers like you
	To undermine it all, it's a bill of snake oil
	I wish the myths were true, but you should be so lucky
	Roots? schmoots! you should know by now
	It's the electronic age, not the Jurassic
	Gypsy schmipsy you're all just as tipsy
	As Tiny Tim tripping on acid
	Your Celtic moonshine is J. Arthur Rank
	The Incredible String band is banned from my republic
	King Arthur is laughing all the way to the bank
	Muscle men in thongs all oiled up and bronzed swing their prongs to battle a horrible bong from the execreble gong
	Tragedy, Celtic tragedy
	I lost myself in Tokyo and San Francisco
	So folk me Amadeus
	To Celtic tragedy disco
	The world is superflat now but ironies abound
	Transcendence isn't dead it just went deeper underground
	Within this no infinity
	Infinity is found
	The lack of deeper meaning is getting deeper all the time
	Cotton-Eyed Joe may just be joke-folk-techno
	But tonight it had me crying
	So folk me Amadeus one more time
	Tragedy, Celtic tragedy
	I lost myself in Marrakesh and San Francisco
	So folk me Amadeus
	To Celtic tragedy disco

	zuo ci : Currie
	There' s no infinite reckoning in this eternal line
	No deeper meaning beckoning in this runic design
	So folk me Amadeus
	One more time
	My children were fair and wore stars in their hair
	Now they' re bald, watch TV and buy new age Cd' s
	The unicorn' s a horse on whom some sad bastard
	Has superglued a horn of plastic
	In this posteverything world it still pains me girl
	To spell it out for you
	The Celtic skirl of Alan Stivell
	Might as well be CottonEyed Joe
	Put it flat on the floor with a four four beat
	Add Monsieur Oiseau
	Tragedy, Celtic tragedy
	I lost myself in London, Paris, San Francisco
	So folk me Amadeus
	To Celtic tragedy disco
	The druids were bullies
	On mushrooms and brew
	Selling mindbending moonshine to suckers like you
	To undermine it all, it' s a bill of snake oil
	I wish the myths were true, but you should be so lucky
	Roots? schmoots! you should know by now
	It' s the electronic age, not the Jurassic
	Gypsy schmipsy you' re all just as tipsy
	As Tiny Tim tripping on acid
	Your Celtic moonshine is J. Arthur Rank
	The Incredible String band is banned from my republic
	King Arthur is laughing all the way to the bank
	Muscle men in thongs all oiled up and bronzed swing their prongs to battle a horrible bong from the execreble gong
	Tragedy, Celtic tragedy
	I lost myself in Tokyo and San Francisco
	So folk me Amadeus
	To Celtic tragedy disco
	The world is superflat now but ironies abound
	Transcendence isn' t dead it just went deeper underground
	Within this no infinity
	Infinity is found
	The lack of deeper meaning is getting deeper all the time
	CottonEyed Joe may just be jokefolktechno
	But tonight it had me crying
	So folk me Amadeus one more time
	Tragedy, Celtic tragedy
	I lost myself in Marrakesh and San Francisco
	So folk me Amadeus
	To Celtic tragedy disco

	zuò cí : Currie
	There' s no infinite reckoning in this eternal line
	No deeper meaning beckoning in this runic design
	So folk me Amadeus
	One more time
	My children were fair and wore stars in their hair
	Now they' re bald, watch TV and buy new age Cd' s
	The unicorn' s a horse on whom some sad bastard
	Has superglued a horn of plastic
	In this posteverything world it still pains me girl
	To spell it out for you
	The Celtic skirl of Alan Stivell
	Might as well be CottonEyed Joe
	Put it flat on the floor with a four four beat
	Add Monsieur Oiseau
	Tragedy, Celtic tragedy
	I lost myself in London, Paris, San Francisco
	So folk me Amadeus
	To Celtic tragedy disco
	The druids were bullies
	On mushrooms and brew
	Selling mindbending moonshine to suckers like you
	To undermine it all, it' s a bill of snake oil
	I wish the myths were true, but you should be so lucky
	Roots? schmoots! you should know by now
	It' s the electronic age, not the Jurassic
	Gypsy schmipsy you' re all just as tipsy
	As Tiny Tim tripping on acid
	Your Celtic moonshine is J. Arthur Rank
	The Incredible String band is banned from my republic
	King Arthur is laughing all the way to the bank
	Muscle men in thongs all oiled up and bronzed swing their prongs to battle a horrible bong from the execreble gong
	Tragedy, Celtic tragedy
	I lost myself in Tokyo and San Francisco
	So folk me Amadeus
	To Celtic tragedy disco
	The world is superflat now but ironies abound
	Transcendence isn' t dead it just went deeper underground
	Within this no infinity
	Infinity is found
	The lack of deeper meaning is getting deeper all the time
	CottonEyed Joe may just be jokefolktechno
	But tonight it had me crying
	So folk me Amadeus one more time
	Tragedy, Celtic tragedy
	I lost myself in Marrakesh and San Francisco
	So folk me Amadeus
	To Celtic tragedy disco

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