Song | Lucky Like St. Sebastian |
Artist | Momus |
Album | Circus Maximus |
作词 : Momus | |
Once upon a time there was a man called Saul | |
Who persecuted Christians until he saw | |
The work was bearing fruit for the Christians | |
So the man changed his opinions and his Christian name to Paul | |
And he wrote important chapters in the Bible | |
But the blood on his writing hand reeked to high heaven | |
And Paul resolved to die | |
So he wrote to friends in Rome | |
A senator who owed him a favour | |
Asking for an executioner | |
So Paul could make his exit as a martyr | |
The senator sent this answer: | |
He said "Should you be so lucky like St Sebastian | |
Preferring the ache to the aspirin | |
Swooning as they shoot the arrows | |
Through your narrow chest | |
Stripping naked in the Circus Maximus | |
With a martyr-eating lioness | |
Bartering with flesh for a little pain | |
Scenes like this give sadomasochism a bad name" | |
Once there was a man who loved a woman too much | |
To give up hope when he saw she wouldn't touch him with a barge pole | |
He spent his whole life in the Inferno | |
He composed in thirty-four cantos | |
O Dante though I'm anti such romantic speculation | |
I'm your hypocrite reader in the same situation | |
I'm your double, oh me I'm your brother in pain | |
But Alighieri if you'll listen there's a difference | |
Between your Beatrice and my Paula | |
She's anonymous and now a waitress | |
- It's comic but not divine | |
The tragedy is no-one's dying! | |
Should I be so lucky like St Sebastian | |
Going out with a bang, just hear me | |
Whimpering with joy as Mr Death receives his blue-eyed boy | |
Surrender unto Caesar or to God, it makes no odds | |
There's just one thing the martyr wants to say: | |
He says "Tell me, Mrs Lincoln, did you enjoy the play?" |
zuò cí : Momus | |
Once upon a time there was a man called Saul | |
Who persecuted Christians until he saw | |
The work was bearing fruit for the Christians | |
So the man changed his opinions and his Christian name to Paul | |
And he wrote important chapters in the Bible | |
But the blood on his writing hand reeked to high heaven | |
And Paul resolved to die | |
So he wrote to friends in Rome | |
A senator who owed him a favour | |
Asking for an executioner | |
So Paul could make his exit as a martyr | |
The senator sent this answer: | |
He said " Should you be so lucky like St Sebastian | |
Preferring the ache to the aspirin | |
Swooning as they shoot the arrows | |
Through your narrow chest | |
Stripping naked in the Circus Maximus | |
With a martyreating lioness | |
Bartering with flesh for a little pain | |
Scenes like this give sadomasochism a bad name" | |
Once there was a man who loved a woman too much | |
To give up hope when he saw she wouldn' t touch him with a barge pole | |
He spent his whole life in the Inferno | |
He composed in thirtyfour cantos | |
O Dante though I' m anti such romantic speculation | |
I' m your hypocrite reader in the same situation | |
I' m your double, oh me I' m your brother in pain | |
But Alighieri if you' ll listen there' s a difference | |
Between your Beatrice and my Paula | |
She' s anonymous and now a waitress | |
It' s comic but not divine | |
The tragedy is noone' s dying! | |
Should I be so lucky like St Sebastian | |
Going out with a bang, just hear me | |
Whimpering with joy as Mr Death receives his blueeyed boy | |
Surrender unto Caesar or to God, it makes no odds | |
There' s just one thing the martyr wants to say: | |
He says " Tell me, Mrs Lincoln, did you enjoy the play?" |