Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dylanology, artist - Momus. Album song Akkordion, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 10.10.2019
Record label: American Patchwork
Song language: English
Dylanology |
Well they keep on digging up the tombs to desecrate the dead |
But every skull they ever find has got the same holes in its head |
And everyone was laughing at the trial of Josef K |
The judge was quoting Wilde but I had other things to say |
And Erika’s precarian, she lives by candlelight |
And me I’m merely guilty but we haven’t got all night |
I saw an act of blindness in a lemon limousine |
And I had hit the limit of my Paracelsus gleam |
Well I reached across to Sheila for her Veneuzuelan snort |
But she was miles away so it took longer than I thought |
And up ahead a dusty moon with carbon on its face |
Grinning down like Lucifer on Josef K’s disgrace |
The beastlier beatitudes of Balthazar the King |
I’ve got Bella rolling on her back when the bellhop staggers in |
I tried to buy his silence with some pages I had ripped |
From the ancient dictionary I conveniently gripped |
And I still had the prescription for the ginger drink with cloves |
Ten minutes before Judy started taking off her clothes |
And everybody’s laughing at the trial of Josef K |
The judge keeps quoting Wilde but I’ve got better things to say |
So I jumped out of the witness box and ran down to the phone |
But I can’t get through to Judy cos she doesn’t have a home |
Well the prosecutor came along and asked me for a light |
He said say that K is guilty cos we haven’t got all night |
But K is a precarian with nothing else to give |
And you cannot give him life because he has no life to live |
And even Jesus sold his father’s house to pay his lawyer’s fees |
Why anyone believes in him is a mystery to me |
Well back in my compartment of the starfuckers express |
I was laying low trying to squeeze toothpaste off my dress |
I crashed my winnebago so I now I take the train |
I stare out of the window and I take God’s name in vain |
The world has got so ugly even seed has run to seed |
But in 1967 it was very good indeed |
And everybody’s laughing at the trial of Josef K |
The judge keeps quoting Wilde but I’ve got better things to say |
So I jumped out of the witness box and ran down to the phone |
But I can’t get through to Judy cos she doesn’t have a home |