2pm-Momus

[00:00.000] 作词 : Momus [00:20.49]Post morning, pre-mortem [00:23.49]I promised the ghost of Meleager [00:25.49]I would marry Deianira [00:28.49]So I went to Calydon where Oeneus was king [00:30.49]Stopping to fight the river god Achelous on the way [00:41.49]In the pyramid at Giza [00:44.49]I become lost in a succession of chambers [00:46.49]I am blind like Homer yet strangely I still see [00:51.49]Screenprinted cows and silver foil [00:53.00]Gigantic ants scuttling on a motherboard [00:57.00]While I sew with Ariadne, the white rabbit [00:59.00]Scurries away down next door's burrow [01:02.00]Two in the afternoon [01:03.00]In an ephemeral hospital [01:05.00]The radio therapy ward is filled with tiny lights [01:07.00] A pile of dim barely perceptible earth in a heap [01:10.00] And spiritual distant music [01:13.00]At two in the afternoon [01:22.00]I wander in Venice with Von Aschenbach [01:25.00]Seeking a lost child in a red cape [01:27.00]Coughing blood [01:29.00]And the swine of Circe come running to their deaths [01:31.00]Maddened by the singing of the sirens [01:35.00]Winter fog rolling in off the lido [01:38.00]Sometimes a god crosses your path here unannounced [01:42.00]In the pyramid the mummy grows mouldy at the last [01:46.00]At two in the afternoon [01:48.00]Haile Selassi orders a stamp collection to be brought [01:51.00]Lifts the stamps with tweezers and places them back [01:54.00]I leave him to his pastime [01:56.00]For time will probably pass regardless [01:58.00]I strike out from Alexandria to the Athenian apartment [02:01.00]Of my ninth year [02:02.00]Lycabetus blasted in monastic rock [02:06.00]The hot mountains snow capped with marble [02:08.00]Dust storms over Psychico [02:11.00]Lime Cordial on Eucalyptus Square [02:13.00]Where is it now? [02:14.00]And where also my Parisian child bride? [02:18.00]Into the sea they flow [02:19.00]With Villon's medieval snow [02:23.00]Four legs in the morning, two in the afternoon [02:29.00]Three at evening, [02:31.00]Flat on our backs by dawn [02:35.00]Two in the afternoon [02:37.00]Gracchus the hunter joins me now [02:39.00]He offers me the oars and I row [02:41.00]From one Greek island to the next [02:43.00]While Gracchus writes, if it be possible so deep in death to write [02:47.00]The secrets of the world [02:48.45]In the margins of a little girl's spidery pencilled Spice Girls scrapbook [02:52.45]Picked up from the ground in Hackney [02:53.45]The crows of Tokyo are sombre umbrellas [02:57.45]Flapping atop telegraph poles in the rainy season [03:00.45]A writer hurries by dressed in a restrained check pattern [03:03.45]Composing in his head the 31st syllable of a tanka [03:14.45]Leigh Bowery is sitting at his sewing machine [03:17.45]Corpulent, pale eyed [03:19.45]Flash forward: he is stammering "a few more days" [03:21.45]As they threaten to turn off his life support machine [03:24.45]And the ECG bleep goes spastic [03:31.45]Slavic women decorate their anguish with ullulations [03:33.45]The mongolian terror is fresh in their memories [03:37.45]Grim dawn comes from the east bringing carrion [03:39.45]Over the grass of the highlands [03:41.45]Gulls girn, denouncing all culprits [03:43.45]The skull prickles, the hairs rise [03:45.45]Poe indulges in voluptuous melancholia, polysyllabic [03:50.45]Like the grass the horsemen know [03:53.45]We perish [03:56.45]For me it's 2PM [03:58.45]For the moment life goes on [04:05.45]And the Minotaur plays Nintendo [04:08.45]Basho squats before the emperor [04:10.45]The former thirteen and a half year old genius [04:12.45]Exposes himself in a subway passage [04:15.45]To a halfwit girl he scares half out of her wits [04:18.45]As Brahms completes his Requiem [04:21.45]Shakespeare and the Bishop Of Winchester [04:23.45]Are teasing the fraus in the stews of Southwark [04:26.45]They are baiting bears in the nearby pit [04:29.45]The arena has been flooded [04:33.45]Shakespeare and the Bishop take their seats for the re-enactment of [04:35.45]The sea battle between the Genji and Haike [04:38.45]The imperial boat is already on fire [04:40.45]The battle was lost centuries before [04:51.45]Deianira agrees to be my wife [04:54.45]We purchase an ivy green Lexus, flagship of the range [04:58.45]And live, discreetly luxurious, in a premier shell loft conversion in the Hollywood hills [05:07.45]The converted observatory at Palo Alto [05:28.45]Three at evening, [05:30.45]Flat on our backs by dawn [05:34.45]For me it's 2PM [05:37.45]For the moment life goes on [05:41.45]Four legs in the morning, two in the afternoon [05:49.45]Three at evening [05:51.45]Flat on our backs by dawn