Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ballad Of The Barrelorganist, artist - Momus.
Date of issue: 31.12.1985
Song language: English
Ballad Of The Barrelorganist |
Don’t stop the night, we dash to this flat |
And again for the first time strip off our wet clothes |
Stop the night, the lovers' sixth sense |
Instinctively tells us another is close |
Don’t stop the night, we peel back the sheets |
And glimpse the life history lying underneath in stark relief |
Stop the night, of the creak in the boards |
The creak that forebodes the voyeur and the Christmas thief |
Make the night we first made love come again |
Don’t stop the night of the whispering tale |
Of your crazy old flame with his heart palpitations and crisp physique |
Stop the night of this pain in my neck |
That wrecks any chance of a semi-acceptable sexual technique |
Make the night we first made love come again |
The night we first made love at gunpoint |
For this uninvited, unrequited, undelighted, uninspired |
Missionary, visionary, mercenary, «stick it up or I fire!» |
Little boy lost down memory lane — ex-lover |
Show me the night the skeleton came |
Out of the closet and under the light feeling very much alive |
Show me the night, naked and pink, negotiating a hot malt milk |
We’re praying the old lady who keeps a spare key will suddenly arrive |
Make the night we first made love come again |
The night we first made love at gunpoint |
We swallow our pride and catch our breath |
We swallow our breath and catch a sigh |
We swallow a spy to watch our death |
Out of the corner of your eye |
Little boy lost down memory lane |
Your coppertone, scatterbrain, crack shot crank |
Exasperated, lacerated, copy-cat clerk from Barclay’s Bank |
Little boy lost down memory lane |
Lover, perhaps we’ll die |
Perhaps we’ll die |
Perhaps we’ll die |