Due to popular demand from people who don't have CD-ROM drives, a CD-Audio version of the songs on 'This Must Stop!' was made available. 'Stop This!', a rather lo-fi mono audio CD, contained 19 demos of unreleased songs by Momus:

1. Broken to Joking (5.53)
2. A Card From Islington (4.30)
3. Confectioner (4.33)
4. The Kitten's Telephone (3.16)
5. Millipedes (2.33)
6. My Double (3.51)
7. Smart Drugs (3.47)
8. Things You Never Did (1.01)
9. I'm Still Trying (2.46)
10.Young People Today (4.40)
11.Trance Cocktail Airlines (sung by Laila France)(2.55)
12.David Hamilton (4.04) (sung by Laila France)
13.Good Morning World (extract from Kahimi Karie song)(1.17)
14.Japanese Especially (sung by Laila France)(2.13)
15.Organon (sung by Laila France)(2.55)
16.The Pink Song (sung by Laila France)(4.08)
17.Le Roi Soleil (extract from Kahimi Karie song)(1.17)
18.Airline Trailer (sung by Laila France)(0.14)
19.Trashy Like TV (sung by Laila France)(1.47)
20.Life Of An Office Worker (4.41) (Sung by Momus)
21.Sensation Of Orgasm (3.54) (Sung by Momus)
22.Jackie Onassis (4.00) (Performed by Shazna)
23.Emperor Of Oranges (3.21)(Performed by Shazna)

Broken To Joking
(Performed by Momus, written 1985 by Currie)

Said Broken to Joking
Where do you think they're going in all those cars?
Said Joking to Broken
Cling film! Book now! Freephone!
Clean and disposable!

Where are you hiding Mr Kaspar Hauser
Now that we need you like a hole in the head
In cities the world over we're now walking in your trousers
As the lights, like Werther's waistcoat, go from blue to red

Read Charivari, subscribe to Simplicimuss
Right on on the tube behind the duck in chains
If we all spit together we can flood the Circus Maximus
Catch a seat, babble, settle back for the games

Peter the Great is sitting stabbing at the clavicord
While nose against the window stands Pierrot Lunaire
Casios compute a possibility of unicorns
Christopher Robin is saying his prayers

Sick of the gods means dropping the pilot
And sending small opinions to the Barry Tooks
So turn a blind eye to the ultraviolet
Shame the rastafarians , burn all the books

Half the world is suffering from boredom and bulemia
Flaubert licks the pear shaped arse of Louis Philippe
The other half pines with anorexia nervosa
Providing technicolor for Miss Merryl Streep

Poisonous prime ministers and monsters of the underground
Are dragging us along on our thalydomide legs
Cambridge academics guzzle pickled onions
And vomit on their copies of 'The Way Of All Flesh'

Yves St Laurent unveils the Protest Collection
Cute cut duffle coats with toggles of gold
Why ban the bomb, it's just America's erection
Stories of the sandman we just love to be told

At forty paces Spartacus still looks a little threatening
Chinese paper dragons execute the sharpest turns
But no Harley Street quack will prescribe breast feeding
To a land that feels angina in its heartburn

Remember Anton Webern, the most delicate of Serialists
Shot after curfew by the yankee cook Bell
But don't call those Americans cultural imperialists
Because United Technologies sponsor Rossini's 'William Tell'

Said Broken to Joking
Where do you think they're going in all those cars?
Said Joking to Broken
Cling film! Book now! Freephone!
Clean and disposable!

You won't catch those executives catching a cancer
They're working on their bodies getting fit for life
There's so many diseases but only one answer
We'll be lucky to get out of this world alive

Fyodor Dostoyevsky facing the blanks again
How does it feel, your execution was a cheat?
If you promise to quit your treasonous pranks
Then you can sing us the song of the falling sleet

Where's your sense of fun all you inhabitants of bulletins
Prisoners of conscience where's your famous comic touch?
Blame it all on Johann Sebastian Skeleton
Betray him under torture, boys, he won't mind much

Me I do the police in the different voices
And the make-up turns me into Sweeney Todd
But I'm just a simple banker boys giving loans for Rolls Royces
A chi-chi atheist looking for God

A brother and sister are smashing a mirror
And the shrapnel travels into the brother's eyes
And from that moment on all the world can do is shiver
All the brothers icy, all the sisters cry

Says Broken to Joking

A Card From Islington
(Performed by Momus, written 1986 by Currie)

I saw her at the theatre, I was standing very near her
She stood there tearing tickets on the door
Her face was like a man's face, there was something strange about her
I saw her legs and wanted to see more

I met her two weeks later and though I was still a stranger
She looked at me as if she thought we'd met
We chatted at the interval and I tried to hide my joy
At her suggestion that I come back to her flat

There were vermin in the dutbin and a sculpture in the stairwell
And the neighbours threw junk jewellery down the well
All the rooms were frozen and the windows had big holes in
Through which every type of filthy weather fell

There was something tragic in her and her face was even thinner
Than the outline of a slender sickle moon
She put on six red cardigans, two tarnished silver brooches
And an overcoat that looked like a cocoon

She said she's had a baby she's taken from a pushchair
She's hi-jacked in a large department store
She took it and she cared for it and when the baby bored her
She gave it to a friend who was a whore

She told me very slowly I could only become holy
If I gave all my accomplices away
She said 'If you don't believe me you can try it and you'll quickly see
How far you get and find out what they say'

When I kissed her she looked ginger like a pauper at an auction
Afraid to move in case she made a bid
She asked me to excuse her and sat down at her computer
And wrote 'Only you can make me truly naked'

She knelt and gave me tenderly the greatest gift of enemies
Curious to see if I would come
And when I gave my answer its reticence surprised her
And she formed the words 'You love me' with her tongue

Considering the energy she spent on making love to me
It's strange the way she never went to sleep
I woke up, it was four o'clock, my head was full of alcohol
She was at the basin scrubbing at her teeth

And later in the sitting room her face was like a tombstone
She looked as if she'd stepped out of her grave
She whispered very softly she had no desire to hurt me
Then she told me she was walking with the saved

It was different in the morning, we lay there without talking
And the room was full of timelessness and charm
She rolled over with her back to me, I touched her very tenderly
And started tracking letters on her arm

We were eating toasted crumpets which we dipped in pots of honey
When the shoulder of her T shirt fell away
Was she trying to be sexy? I felt something like a goalie
Trying to judge which way to make a save

There are sandmen in the library, the bus is very cold today
I think I'll never make it on my own
But I know that she is happy for I gave her lots of money
To travel or to spend her time at home

And even now she's left me her ghost still breaks in regularily
Interrupting me with other girls
She says 'Sorry to disturb you but I think you should be careful
Wear a condom and make sure you take your pills'

She sent a card from Islington saying she'd bought a kitten
And how sometimes she felt lonely late at night
And if she needed boys again she'd meet them and make love to them
And if she didn't that was quite all right

Confectioner
(Performed by Momus, written 1986 by Currie)

Face to face with your skin
Honey paint the shadows in
Spread your scarlets, test your grin
But we will mend

Chandeliers fade to black
The dresser helps zip up your back
Our mouths are dry, our jaws are slack
But we will mend

See the show honey stole
See sugar in the starring role
Riddling our teeth with holes
But we will mend tooth and claw
Cain and Abel and all

There are seventeen audiences in W1
Filing out of theatres into the sun
Whistling the obvious hits
From your comeback

And you're starring on Shaftesbury Avenue
In an Andrew Lloyd Weber light operetta
But if you're anaesthetic I'm insomniac

There's some great entertainment lined up for me on BBC 1
But leave me alone with my cavities and my diseases of the gum
There's some great entertainment lined up for me on BBC 1
But I'll get my fun like the Underground Man until the dentist's work is done

Red in tooth, red in claw
Sweetmeats for the men of straw
Your love your work, we work your jaws
We who mend

Lost your tongue? We'll be back
When the chandeliers go cool and black
With little gold words and a painless jag
We who mend tooth and claw
Eve and Adam and all

Dark and hused your sweet heart
Red and plush your sweet heart
Sweet teeth lust for sweet hearts, sweet hearts, sweet hearts

Confectioner, confectioner we took you in
Confectioner, confectioner we took you in
Confectioner, confectioner
We took you in the dentist's chair

There's some great entertainment lined up for you on BBC 1
But leave me alone with my cavities and my diseases of the gum
There's some great entertainment lined up for you on BBC 1
But I'll get my fun like the Underground Man until the dentist's work is done


There's a full moon over Shepherd's Bush
As the engineer prepares to push
The button that rolls the tape that brings you back
And in a couple of million dimly lit rooms
They'll goggle to where the camera zooms
But if you're anaesthetic, I'm insomniac

The Kitten's Telephone
(Performed by Momus, written 1995 by Currie)

After the ritual suicide of Mr Mickey Mouse
On his outrageous throne of blood in Cinderella's House
On the blue suburban line I met a nervous god
Past the pines by the glassy meadow
Where the coaches jerk a little

The bird catcher of Hades took his net of flesh and bone
The headless horse was talking on the kitten's telephone
In the house of horrors I'd recently burnt down

It's a stormy night for the tartan babes on a rocky mountain track
When a Bonnie Prince Charlie car commercial goes shooting back
And the cast members at Disneyland are all electric with anger
I can just about hear my Walkman playing Mantovani through the thunder

The bird catcher of Hades with his book of gold and straw
Eros lends Massacre assistance with the saw
First blood of little girls, a cupboard where you hide
Pause at Charlie Chaplin's fountain
Climb across a cardboard mountain

Dr Selbert Lanolin and his team of chimpanzees
Who plan to take the world over with a television series
Have found the gene responsible for Scientology

It's a stormy night for the tartan babes on a rocky mountain path
When a Bonnie Prince Charlie car commercial goes shooting past
And the cast members at Disneyland are all electric with anger
I can just about hear my Walkman playing Mantovani through the thunder

Millipedes
(Performed by Momus, written 1994 by Currie)

We are like millipedes
We are such centipedes
We're at the astrodome
Under the styrofoam
The mire is over us
It's just the four of us
Forces of circumstance
And we begin to dance

We're in your custody
And we begin to pay
We are the cosmonauts
We dress like astronauts
We have such silly thoughts
They got the best of us
They've got great shows on board
We'll send the rescue pod

These are the games we know
We're racing on the case
And we are writing plays
We're at the astrodome
We are like millipedes
And we feel right at home
We're in the styofoam
The rug is over us
The grass is over us
Forces of circumstance

Soon we begin to dance
And we begin to trance
We're sailing underground
We're flying up and down
They say we're cosmonauts
We dress like astronauts
We have such vivid thoughts
We have such little ghosts

These are the things you told you told

My Double
(Performed by Momus, written 1981 by Currie)

I tell you it chases me
And when she embraces me
It's there with a morbid look on it
I treat it like dirt alone
It couldn't live on its own
Like a black dress suit it is cut to fit

I take the front door
It takes the back door
Why can't my double learn a little decency?

I falter and it steps out
And bandies my skills about
It never fails to impress the crowd
I let it apologise
But as soon as we've compromised
It's stretching the terms that I've allowed

I take the front door
It takes the back door
Why can't my double learn a little decency?

It's eternally curious
Its tricks drive me furious
When they add insult to injury
Ambitiously we compete
Once humbly it washed my feet
Now it takes half my salary

I take the front door
It takes the back door
Why can't my double learn a little decency?

I remember when we began
It was image, I was man
Its features palely mimicked mine
As it grew confident
We soon became different
And now I'm a part of its design

I take the front door
It takes the back door
Why can't my double learn a little decency?

Breathing down each other's necks
Can't cancel our loneliness
So I went out and I found a friend
She sampled my haute cuisine
Found the furniture very clean
But when she met it our love met its end

I take the front door
It takes the back door
Why can't my double learn a little decency?

Smart Drugs
(Performed by Momus, written 1991 by Currie)

Smart drugs keep me up with the hackers
Smart drugs keep me from cracking up
Keep me up with the pack
Anything I can do you can do too
Keep your eyes open for anything new
Fantastic dimensions in soul space for the brain
Open up all the time
See what the boys in the valley are taking and tell the I'm taking the same

Nyacin, piracetam, hydergine and sixteen more nutropics at recommended dosage
Help me reach out, peel and eat
An hyper juicy, hyper sweet, entirely imaginary orange

Smart drugs keep me up with the hackers
Smart drugs keep me from cracking up
Keep me up with the pack
Anything I can do you can do too
Keep your eyes open for anything new
Fantastic dimensions in space time for the brain
Open up all the time
See what the boys in the valley are taking and tell the I'm taking the same

Smart drugs keep me up with the hackers
Smart drugs keep me from cracking up
Keep me up with the pack
Anything I can do you can do too
Keep your eyes open for anything new
Fantastic kaleidoscope, space time for the brain
Opens up all the time
See what the boys in the valley are taking and tell the I'm taking the...

It's no secret why I'm so intelligent
You can be too if you've got half a mind
One word of warning before we begin
We'll be walking, leaving ninety percent of mankind
Far behind

Things You Never Did (Fragment)
(Performed by Momus, written 1993 by Currie)

Things you never did and should have done
Drowning in a sea of opium
Gather rosebuds while ye may
Soon it's lack-a-day
Jump down from your diving board

Things you never did and should have done
Songs you never sang and should have sung
Dabble less in compromise, dawdle on the rungs
Join the circus, see the world...

I'm Still Trying
(Performed by Momus, written 1991 by Currie)

Are thunderstorms still crashing down the British Isles
Do pantomime dames still get them rolling in the aisles
And do they know in Scotland that I'm still alive
Deep in the jungle of internal exile
But I want to come back home before I die
Tell the guys, tell the guys I'm still trying

I see the place from time to time on some hotel TV
Whiskey and the festival, the old rivalry
Edinburgh and Glasgow, the cold war lingers on
New York and Los Angeles, the rising and the setting of the sun

But I still feel this rage
Even on this plane
There's still this rage
Flying at the speed of sound
Further and further away

The populist elitism, god it all floods back
The suspicion of the grand idea, the hyping of the fact
The stubborn lack of passion, they were all so bad in bed
The laddish sense of humour behind which they all hid
But I want to come back home before I die
Tell the guys, tell the guys I'm still trying

I like it when I see how they can still smash up a street
Riots stir the patriotic embers deep in me
Captain McKechnie from the island of Tiree
If you sailed back now great grandfather
There's something you'd still recognise in me

There's still this rage
But I still feel this rage
Even on this plane
There's still this rage
Flying at the speed of sound
Further and further away

Are thunderstorms still crashing down the British Isles
Do pantomime dames still get them rolling in the aisles
And do they know in Scotland that I'm still alive
Deep in the jungle of internal exile
But I want to come back home before I die
Tell the guys, tell the guys I'm still trying

Young People Today
(Performed by Momus, written 1981 by Currie)

Young people today
They struggle to pave their way
And young people today
Can't stop to hear their instincts say

'It's better being independent
You've got a soul, don't sell it
Love's economically unsound

I'd take my life to tell you
The way they've planned this hell
But then you'd waste your life as well

I call it thinness of the blood
But once when I was reaching for my wallet
I drew my heart out from an inside pocket
And spent a fortune before I'd understood

Young people today
We're actors in a comic play
And young people today
Make an entrance but we don't stay

I'd take a life to tell you
The fix they've got us in
But I don't think they'd let us win

I call it thinness of the blood
But once when I was reaching for my wallet
I drew my heart out from an inside pocket
And spent a fortune before I'd understood

Young people today
Touch lips in an offhand way
Young people today
Don't notice it's getting late

I'd take my life to tell you
The streets they'll drive us through
But you won't talk about the view

Young people today
Grin widely when their mothers say
Young people today
Don't live in a decent way

I call it thinness of the blood
But once when I was reaching for my wallet
I drew my heart out from an inside pocket
And spent a fortune before I'd understood


Trance Cocktail Airlines
(Performed by Laila France
Music Currie, Lyrics Currie/France, 1996)


Come fly my airline
Trance cocktail airlines

When Paris gets too grey
Let's take a holiday
Go swimming in the bay
On Koa Samui

From Paris to Bangkok
This rave will never stop
Trance cocktail, never pop
On Koa Samui

With orchids and champagne
Welcome aboard our plane
We're flying east again
To Kuo Samui

My family is so nice
They bring me fish and rice
The sun is always bright
On Kuo Samui

Come fly my airline
Trance cocktail airlines

I am in Thailand
I'm swimming in the sea
Little fish in little shoals
Are better than a pack of pills

David Hamilton
(Performed by Laila France
Music and Lyrics Currie, 1995)

Mr David Hamilton is photographing me
Down among the lilies, down among the lilies
Shooting with his Hasselblad beneath a willow tree
One foot in the river, I'm bored and slightly chilly

Thursday goes and then Friday goes
And I long to strike another pose
Rain begins to patter on the leaves

Soft focus eroticism, art photography
Mr David Hamilton and me

Mr David Hamilton is photographing me
Like a pervert teacher with his languid creature
Sketching out an adolescent sexuality
Where Nature longs for Culture, Culture longs for Nature

His big umbrella flashgun goes
He comes to rearrange my clothes
I must ensure that my bare legs are seen

Romanticism, Classicism, Soft Pornography
Mr David Hamilton and me

In the south of France I hear he keeps a house for waifs and strays
Where teenage girls like me can come and learn
Stay in bed till three o'clock and lounge about with nothing on
He only asks for photos in return

(Instrumental)

Member of the Royal Photography Society
Mr David, really, don't you think it's silly
A tank of liquid nitrogen, a cloud of carbon snow
Just to gild the lily, just to gild the lily

But if this lazy suffering
Can bring erection to the lap
Of just one man, it hasn't been in vain

Mr David Hamilton is photographing me
Leaves begin to patter in the rain

(Instrumental)

Sunday goes and then Monday goes
And I long to strike another pose
A cow begins to nibble at my dress

Romanticism, Classicism, Soft Pornography
Mr David Hamilton I guess

Good Morning World
(Performed by Kahimi Karie
Music and lyrics Currie, 1995)

I am the astronaut
I am the silver girl
I am so strange and sweet
IÕm from another world
IÕll pass you on the street
And then our eyes will meet

Liar liar pants on fire
Your mummyÕs in the kitchen with electric wire
DaddyÕs in the living room with his god
They all get together round a lightning rod

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The goose drank wine
The monkey chewed tobacco by the danger sign
The line it broke, the monkey choked
And they all went to heaven in a little row boat

Yum yum bubblegum
Stick it in your brotherÕs gun
Half way down the telephone wire
Liar liar pants on fire

How I wrote elastic girl
How I wrote elastic girl
Put some makeup on your face
Make this world a better place

Good morning world
ItÕs so nice to be beautiful.


Japanese Especially
(Performed by Laila France
Music Currie, Lyrics France, 1996)



Yesterday I followed a Japanese girl with a lollypop
She was very cute, she looked like Sailor Moon
She came out from Agnes B
She seemed not to pay attention to me
But she let her panties fall down on the street

And I was so excited
Even if I couldn't see her face
I was so excited

Yesterday I heard a new Kahimi Karie song
She was very cute, she looked just like a baby doll
I was very concentrated
Like you are when you masturbate
To imagine she was my Barbie

And I was so excited
Even if I couldn't see her face
I was so excited

Organon
(Performed by Laila France
Music and lyrics Currie, 1995)

We're running away to Organon
To study upon the hill
The mysteries of the orgasm
That fierce electric field

And up in the new observatory
That looks out across the lake
Your cheesecloth shirt
My hippy skirt
Will shortly fall away

And when at last the pleasure flows
The friendly Wilhelm Reich
Will open his accumulator
And capture it inside

We're running away to Organon
Where lovers can help reveal
The mysteries of the orgasm
That fierce electric field

(Instrumental)

And when in the end the pleasure comes
To light up a bulb inside
The energy is captured by
The friendly Wilhelm Reich

We're running away to Organon
Where lovers can help reveal
The mysteries of the orgasm
That fierce electric field

The Pink Song
(Performed by Laila France
Music and lyrics Currie, 1995)


(Now hear this!)

Puppies and kittens and snow are pink
Maurice Chevalier and Jean Paul Gaultier are pink
Hoola hoops, lava lamps and electric plastic organs are pink
I want to be pink

(Banish the black
Burn the blue
And bury the beige)

I'm going to orgy with Fellini and be painted by Bellini
When I'm pink
I'm going to stick a little pin in an enormous bouncy castle
When I'm pink
I intend to ride a mile astride a big pink dolphin
Naked through the whitetops
I want to be pink

Laila France
Laila France
(Stereophonic)

(Banish the black
Burn the blue
And bury the beige)

(Now hear this!
Blue is through
Green's obscene
Brown's taboo)

Le Roi Soleil (Extract)
(Performed by Kahimi Karie, lyrics 1996 by Currie, music by Oyamada)

Le Roi Soleil m'a vu soudain
Me promenant dans son jardin
Avant que j'ai pu l'aborder
Il demanda mon nom

J'ai reussi a l'allumer
Il m'a entrainˇe dans son lit
J'ai dit 'Je t'ai empoisonˇe
Mais pourtant tu me plais'

'Ultra' il se dit le 'nec plus'
'Impar' se trouve 'nec pluribus'
Se voit superieur a tous
Le roi soleil

Le roi soleil remue le fer
Le roi soleil dans ma plaie
Le roi soleil le tendre fer
Pour me punir ou bien me plaire

Trashy Like TV
(Performed by Laila France, written 1996 by France/Currie)


I'm not feeling very well
I have to do my hair again
I need to talk to my mum
Leave me alone for five minutes
Why don't you give me medicines
And give me this new skincare cream

It's trashy
It's trashy, baby
You're trashing me
It's trashy like on TV

This time I have my period
I don't want to give a blow job
Can you turn on the TV please
I want to watch Dynasty
Can you prepare some herbal tea
And I'll give you a kiss
Darling baby cherie
It's hard to satisfy me
But if you're not too angry
We could try tomorrow night

It's trashy
It's trashy, baby
You're trashing me
It's trashy like on TV

Life Of An Office Worker
(Performed by Momus, written 1990 by Currie)

Well I know that rock and roll used to be more than rock and roll
And jazz don't mean what they play late at night
And high energy disco was the music of the gays
And the black and white minstrels are white
But I've got to believe in the golden glow
The sinking sun, the money and the light
So me and some honky tonk women gonna rock tonight

Give me rock and roll, give me aggressive normality
Some ba-ba-ba banal spirituality
Cos I'm so free and so unbelieveably tough
It's never loud enough
Life of an office worker
Rock and roll, rock and roll forever

I've never been to New Orleans or Memphis Tennessee
But I've heard about those places many times
The cars and food round here just ain't fast enough for me
And that legendary good time's something I just can't seem to find
But I've got to believe in the golden glow
So take me to a show tonight
Me and the hot sweet mamas gonna be alright

Give me rock and roll, give me aggressive normality
Some ba-ba-ba banal spirituality
Cos I'm so free and so unbelieveably tough
It's never loud enough
Life of an office worker
Rock and roll, rock and roll forever

I'm not so dumb as I look
I know this whole shebang is just a trick with lights and lasers
Behind the flashbombs and the backdrop, behind the juvenile fantasia
Striplights and computers wait for me like reality
I'm not so dumb as I look, I know this razamatazz
Is just the same old rock guitar
And those polite, tight-lipped Japanese businessmen
Are bigger than the big rock stars
Those polite, tight-lipped Japanese men
Drive bigger, faster cars I know, but please
Let me rock and roll till I lose control

Give me rock and roll, give me aggressive normality
Some ba-ba-ba banal spirituality
Cos I'm so free and so unbelieveably tough
It's never loud enough
Life of an office worker
Rock me to the end of the American Empire

The Sensation Of Orgasm
(Performed by Momus, written 1993 by Currie)

For the sensation of orgasm
Civilisations must rise and fall
For the sensations of orgasm
We build the society of spectacle

Oh these are beautiful powers
And these are beautiful human rights
And we have beautiful lawyers
Freedom is keeping us up all night

For the sensations of orgasm
Cultures accumulate energy
And for the pleasure of citizens
Allow the transgressions of chemistry

Oh these are beautiful powers
And we are dutiful citizens
And we elect by desire
Yes we elect only pretty things

Famous performers who win applause
From the anonymous everywhere
Show us that life is just metaphors
Sex is the air and the atmosphere

Oh you're such beautiful movers
And your performance was fabulous
You think because you are lovers
You were the ones who invented this

Each day I build a great tower
Where they speak thousands of languages
Oh these are beautiful flowers
And these are fabulous sandwiches

All the sensations of orgasm
Here in the congress of intercourse
These are the rights of the citizen
You may shout till your voice is hoarse

Of these are beautiful colours
And this is lovely arithmetic
This system's been designed for us
It's such a pity it makes us sick

All the sensations of orgasm
Empower me afresh with a rush release
All the sensations of orgasm
Patrolling the borders with love police

Jackie Onassis
(Performed by Milky, written 1995 by Currie)

I never sleep from dusk till dawn, there's always paparrazi
Just beyond the Whitehouse lawn the cameras point at me
Telephoto lenses like a nest of baby spiders
Flash! I wake up, rich as Midas
The air-conditioned offices of military dictators
Miniatures of Absolut and gold-plated vibrators
Ski resorts in Switzerland, a hand upon my stocking
Don't be dumb, I'm numb

Jackie Onassis

Avoiding the photographer in my enormous glasses
I always look the other way when a funeral passes
I'm on a tanker full of blood in international waters
Heading for Havana
Words are made of turpentine and words are very stupid
I met a man the other day whose name was Mr Cupid
He offered me his heart and soul I found it rather funny
Because that man just couldn't see that all I loved... was money

Jackie Onassis

Emperor Of Oranges
(Performed by Milky, written 1995 by N.Currie/S.Currie)

The Emperor of Oranges
That shiny, shiny man
Plants pips and forages
In the empire he calls his backyard

All those little seeds
Answering NatureÕs little needs
With his ugly wife Liz

Who says Mr Orange had better look out
One of these days thereÕs a squeeze on the way
And the pips... will pop out

Mr Orange
You are like
Cherries in cherry trees
Mr Orange
How you like making love in the summer breeze
Mr Orange
How you love lying back in the lap of the sea
Like mangoes on mango trees
Watching blue stars that shiver
Mr Orange, the emperor of citrus
In his world at the edge of the river

The Emperor of Oranges
Rotates irritatingly
Monsieur Orange
Irrigates scintillatingly

Planting little trees
In a lovely summer breeze
With his lovely wife Liz

Who tells Mr Orange the truth
One of these days Mr Orange will wake up
Freshly-squeezed orange juice

Mr Orange
You are like
Cherries in cherry trees
Mr Orange
How you love making love in the summer breeze
Mr Orange
How you love lying back in the lap of the sea
Like mangoes on mango trees
Watching blue stars that shiver
Mr Orange, the emperor of citrus
In his world on the edge of the river
Watching blue stars that shiver
Mr Orange, the guardian of Truth
Ended up orange juice

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