Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Welcome to My Show Trial , by - Momus. Song from the album The Little Red Songbook, in the genre ИндиRelease date: 05.12.2019
Record label: American Patchwork
Song language: English
Welcome to My Show Trial |
| I could’ve been a traitor |
| I could’ve been a tailor |
| I could’ve been a waiter |
| I could’ve been a failure |
| I chose to be a writer |
| Every writer is a traitor |
| So here I am |
| Call me Pam |
| Call me Stan |
| Call me Gran |
| It’s taking place in Imation with no written constitution |
| Let alone a guarantee of freedom of expression |
| While the customs men still rummage for smut through every incoming package |
| Like a parcel sent to Britain, my show trial was open and shut |
| Call me Gran |
| Call me Stan |
| Call me the man |
| Here I am |
| And the weather is getting clever, more clever than ever |
| And a spot is a spot, until it is a blot |
| I’m a poet, I know it, I’m a writer in the mirror |
| Every writer is a traitor, I’m getting sillier and sillier |
| Here I am |
| Call me Stan |
| Call me Gran |
| Call me the man |
| Call me Anne |
| Call me Stan |
| Call me Gran |
| Call me the man |
| But here I am |
| I’m feeling poorly, before the jury |
| They’re going to smoke a cigarette in the carpark |
| That shouldn’t matter, but I’ve just delivered my own defense |
| I was a spiritual witness, I talked about the death of the nation |
| I spoke about duty, class, money, art, orgasm and death |
| I said «I possess none of the above, except, perhaps, for orgasm and art» |
| Therefore, I had nothing to lose |
| I went on about ignoring the unwritten rules |
| Any suggestion that there’s idiocy in ordinary life |
| Any hint that children might understand the facts about love |
| Any notion of normality might not be so ideal |
| What women think of men and what men really feel about women |
| In a penetrating x-ray of the soul, revelations of the secrets of professionals |
| in guilds |
| These things are forbidden by tacit understanding |
| Call me Stan |
| Call me the man |
| Call me an idiot |
| But I spoke about you |
| Every writer is a traitor |
| And when I look in the mirror |
| I see a writer, therefore a traitor |
| Welcome to my show trial |
| Every owl is beguiled |
| Full fathom five my father lies |
| I am a writer |
| And so play the game |
| Be a good chap… |