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Momus and Emi Necozawa

I Cat My Hair
Pierrot Lunaire
Homemade Soup
Superstars Of Bollywood


I Cat My Hair
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I cat my hair
It made me beautiful
I cat my hair
It looked unbelievable
I took my scissors in my hand
And cat my hair without a plan
Now I'm a Space Invader
And you're my Roller Blader

I cat my hair
But not for you, my love
I cat my hair
To make me fresh and new, my love
Around me everywhere I go
People follow shooting photos
I don't care if they stare
Because this haircat makes me happy

Who ever thought that such a little thing could make me feel so happy
So happy, just happy, completely happy

Now I'm a Space Invader
And you're my Roller Blader

I cat my hair
Right now I feel reborn
I cat my hair
My look is ripped and torn
Staring at me in the mirror
Is some crazy punky singer
And I just think 'Wowee!'
Looking at it makes me happy

It's such a little thing but it has changed my life and made me happy
So happy, just happy, completely happy
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Pierrot Lunaire
(Mp3 file 3.6 megabytes)


The string to his head
The boss makes it nod
The string to his mouth
His mum pulls for food
The string to his soul
It leads up to God
But who controls
The string to his cock?

In the bleak midwinter
At the bottom of the stair
I'll set myself on fire
Pour petrol in my hair
As if he'd ever notice
As if he'd even care
I'm just so bored with Pierrot Lunaire

Football on Sunday
Drinks after work
Tuesday a DJ
Friday a jerk
And what really matters
And who really cares
My lover's a puppet
Pierrot Lunaire

In the bleak midwinter
At the bottom of the stair
I'll set myself on fire
Pour petrol in my hair
If he would ever notice
If he would ever care
I'm just so bored, Pierrot Lunaire

Others have boyfriends
Boyfriends who care
Of flesh and blood
Not string and thin air
They lay them on beds
They whisper 'je t'aime'
They take off their clothes
And make love to them

One day I'll cut my arms off
And send them to him
I'll sever my legs
Suspend them from strings
I'll be Polcinella
We'll hang out so close
My wooden cheek
To his wooden nose

In the bleak midwinter
At the bottom of the stair
I'll set myself on fire
Pour petrol in my hair
As if you'd even notice
As if you'd ever care
I'm so in love, Pierrot Lunaire

Lysergic Lysander
Nodding his head
A glittery panda
That needs to be fed
A Cantonese opera
Performed at the zoo
These foolish things
Remind me of you

And the puppet girls kiss you
Up there on the moon
They must know I miss you
Please come back soon
In the depths of midwinter
At the bottom of the stair
I'm on fire
Pierrot Lunaire

In the bleak midwinter
At the bottom of the stair
I'll set myself on fire
Pour petrol in my hair
As if you'd even notice
As if you'd ever care
I'm so in love
Pierrot Lunaire
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Homemade Soup
(Mp3 file 3.8 megabytes)


Drink it while it's hot, I put in such a lot
Of myself when I cook homemade soup

Some wild grass where we run
The smell of skin in sun
That quail's egg that we found
Beside us on the ground

Some seaweed from the beach
Two slices of dried peach
Bark that skinned your knee
On the eucalyptus tree

Sea, sky, four and twenty blackbirds in a pie
Today I cook homemade soup

Some memories of you
Some sadness as you go
You smile at me and wave, drink the soup I made

Some motor oil and rain
Dripping from the train
Just about to leave, taking you away

Add a lemon drop to spicy chicken broth
Drink it while it's good, homemade soup

You, me, an organic recipe
Today we cook homemade soup

Put it in the microwave
And press 'reheat'
Keep it in a Thermos flask
You can repeat
The same sensations on your tongue
The same impressions in your brain
It almost tastes the same
It almost tastes the same
It almost tastes the same
It never tastes the same

Hope, fear, clippings of the hair behind your ear
Comfort food, homemade soup

Me, you, chicken stock and tofu cubes
Genetic mushroom dope, hallucogenic hope

Fishheads, tuppence for a quart
Cockles and mussels, a beating human heart

Pink gin, turtles' teeth and shark's fin
Green peas, snowy green peas

Love letters you stashed, rescued from the trash
All the ink you spilled, come and drink your fill

Slugs, snails, spider webs and puppy tails
A mushroom and a root, homemade soup

Pour it in a china bowl
With a blue whale on the side
Eat it with a spoon
Of lapis lazuli
Sensations on your tongue
Impressions in your brain
It almost tastes the same
It almost tastes the same
It almost tastes the same
It never tastes the same
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Superstars Of Bollywood
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We are the superstars of Bollywood
We dance the technicolor bomb
So much to feel, passion so real
In the mountains of Assam

When we dance we dance in Bollywood
I'm always cast at your side
You're India's number one star
I'm your lover and your bride

I was the biggest fool in Bollywood
You had a girl on the side
Some stupid floozy you met on a movie
A move you should never have tried

We are the superstars of Bollywood
Though we are dying inside
I smile as though charmed to lie in your arms
I'd rather commit suicide

Putting on my make up in my dressing room
My tears fall into the sacrificial wine
Will I be sick when I sing to the prick
Who has ruined my life 'Be mine'?

We are the superstars of Bollywood
We dance the technicolor bomb
So much to feel, passion so real
In the mountains of Assam
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We dance the technicolor bomb
So much to feel, passion so real
In the mountains of Assam
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