Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Was a Maoist Intellectual, artist - Momus.
Date of issue: 18.08.2016
Song language: English
I Was a Maoist Intellectual |
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 petit 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, organised 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! |