Momus: Thunderclown
Momus and John Henriksson
Thunderclown



Love Wakes The Devil


Love makes you dribble
And love makes for trouble
And love makes you feeble
And love makes you evil
And love wakes the devil
And love makes you trivial
Then love makes you quibble
And love makes you squabble
And that's just the good side of love

Love is a bitch
And love makes me itch
And if I were rich
I'd no longer be rich
When that beautiful bitch
Showed up on my patch
Stealing my semen
And taking my cash
And that's just the good side of love

Love wakes the devil
And love has no rival
For cutting survival
When you're suicidal
And love is reliably
Unreliable
Hopelessly horrible
Tauntingly terrible
And that's just the good side of love

Love is a toothache
And love is a pain
I'd be happy if I never saw
Love again
I'd be happy to exorcise love from my life

Cos love makes me do such
Irrational things
And love makes a fool
Out of a king
And love is a toothache
And love is a pain
I'd be happy if I never saw
Love again
Let me show you the backside of love

Why must the spring
Ruin everything
Injecting its sting
Under my skin
Making my head spin
Making me turn
Making me flirt
With every bit of skirt
Yeah I'll show you the backside of love

Show you crimes passionel
That play merry hell
With unholy yells
In the middle of the night
Like the sound of cats rutting
The sound of bats battling
They're all sent from hell
Yeah to get my nerves rattling
I'll show you the backside of love

Love is a toothache
And love is a pain
I'd be happy if I never saw
Love again
I'd be happy to exorcise love from my life

The Thunderclown


When the thunderclown
Has sent you down
Deep in the blankey-bo
You will see, believe you me
More than you can know
To catch your kiss
Odysseus
Must swim through blood and snow
For the thunderclown must have somewhere to go

In the deep nook where Captain Cook
Is hooked on the blankey-bo
And Errol Flynn could not begin
To swash and buckle you
To win your throne
Napoleon must march through wind and snow
For the thunderclown must have somewhere to go

Undo your gown, glissando down
The slope of the junior piste
Pistachio that grows below
Will shortly be my feast
To catch your kiss
Odysseus must swim through blood and snow
For the thunderclown must have somewhere to grow

All I have is the thunderclown
Deep in the blankey-bo
All pumped up and ready for the snow

Willow Pattern


While balancing the books of the Mandarin
I'll fall in love with you, and anger him
How could his daughter, beautiful Koong-se
Fall in love with me, a secretary?

The mandarin kicks me out, erects a poison fence
Around the garden where, at water's edge
You'll find the tiny sailing boat
And in it, with a bead, the lines I wrote

O willow tree, willow tree
The pattern of my life is killing me
Willow tree, willow tree
The pattern of my life

Your father tries to hitch you with a goon
But in disguise I slip into your room
We lie and kiss at water's edge
Then steal away across the big blue bridge

Your father's spies discover us
In the house upriver, making love
I'm swept away, you'll think I've drowned
But, a few days later, I'll return

You'll climb into my boat, I'll row with all my might
To the tiny island where I'll write
The manuscripts that seal our fate
And bring your father's soldiers to our gate

They'll put me to the sword, you will also die
Burning in the house we lie inside
Touched by our passion, and our love
The gods transform us into two white doves

O willow tree, willow tree
The pattern of my life is killing me
Willow tree, willow tree
The pattern of my life

Precocious Young Miss Calloway


While the icicle vendetta might require the blue sombrero
I'd prefer to say the twilight made me don the blue beret
I say, would you mind most awfully if awkward Aubrey Mabersley
Accompanies Melinda to the thunderclown parade?

Precocious young Miss Calloway impressed some person's pants away
With clever conversation studied from a magazine
And a blackguard known to all and sundry as a humble understudy
Challenged a great actor for his hatred of the queen

Perhaps I lack a sense of humour but your interesting rumour
Sketches me a stature quite impossible to match
Where your baroque imagination sees adulterous Casanova
In reality I'm just an unadulterated wretch

And Michael is, I'm sad to say, a quite unworthy adversary
Morris is too homosexual acting anyway
While Merlin, no relation, has been wasting his frustration
On the nephew of the cousin of the Earl of Albany

I'm attracted to Antonia but wish to keep her friendship
So I'll never breathe a word of her obsession with my waist
And there are several salient reasons why
Precocious young Miss Calloway has had the gall to state that I am not entirely chaste

Perhaps I lack a sense of humour but your interesting rumour
Sketches me a stature quite impossible to match
Where your baroque imagination sees adulterous Casanova
In reality I'm just an unadulterated wretch

So pass the pancakes, pretty please, or else I'll strip myself and tease
My orgiastic organ to an ecstasy of joy
And the doctor tells me intercourse remains out of the question
And between ourselves I'm just a teensy little bit annoyed

So while the icicle vendetta might require the blue sombrero
I'd prefer to say the twilight's made me don the blue beret
And I'd be acting out of character if I required the pharmacist
To staunch my bleeding wound with the Italian tourniquet

Perhaps I lack a sense of humour but your interesting rumour
Sketches me a stature quite impossible to match
Where your baroque imagination sees adulterous Casanova
In reality I'm just an unadulterated wretch

The Criminal


Like a schmuck without a string
Like a king without a guillotine
Or a fork without a fin
Or a chair without a brain
A computer without glycerine
Like a skeleton that dances
In a coat of human skin
Without you I'm just a fool
A criminal

Like a car without a flute
I'm unable to commute
I'm unable to enthrall, my love
When you ask me what I've lost
What the loss of you has cost
I'm inclined say it all, my love
So I'm wandering through Paris
In a suit of gold
And wondering why I'm cold
Without you I'm just a fool
A criminal

Like a tongue without a vice
Like a once without a twice
Like a fish without a bicycle
I am wandering through Paris carrying an imaginary gun
And murdering everyone
Without you I'm just a fool
A criminal

Like a vamp without a claw
Like a man with hands of straw
I have wondered what I'm for, my love
Puffing on my small guitar
Playing on a large cigar
As I wander through the war, my love
Like a dog without a rock
A giraffe without a cock
A kiss without a kick
Without you I'm just a fool
A criminal

How I Met Your Mother


Dust covers the mirror, works and gear
Where are the drugs of yesteryear?

I'm close to tears now
Huffing the years now

Did I ever tell you, long ago
How I met your mother,
Horse and Charlie, Whizz and Blow?
And every day, the whole of 1991
We'd raise our arms
And at the rave
We'd greet the rising sun

It was amazing
How come
Your eyes are glazing?

One day, down the Strand, near the Lyceum
I understand they'll build a drug museum
We'll stand and press our noses to the glass
And think about the parties of the past

The drugs we took in 1992
What's the matter, son?
You're turning blue

Baloney Polonius


To thine own self be true
Is only your point of view
Baloney, Polonius, for everyone but you
Brevity is the soul of wit
But stick with wit a little bit
And then you might discover something new

Neither a lender or borrower be
But in the end when you're in need
Baloney, Polonius, you know
More matter and less art, you say?
McLuhan blew that one away
Take your baloney, Polonius, and go

I'll come back as a master thinker
Commit philanthropy
Revive the maxims I destroyed
And go down in history
Erect a few statues, endow a few colleges
All named after me
Shakespeare said I'm bad
But I'm good

There's method in madness, yes
There I must agree
I'd like to see the whole world going mad
But the fact that you said it
Would tend to discredit
Polonius, due to your hokey baloney
Whatever truth the statement may have had

The Teacher


What's the deal with screwing the teacher?
Did you feel... feel you could reach her
And touch her... there
She has amazing... hair

You pushed up against her
There in the corner
Caught her off balance
Then you were on her
Pulling off underwear
She had amazing... hair

So it turned out
That you were mistaken
It turned out
The teacher was taken
Had someone her own... size
With whom she sympa... thized

You'd fantasised
That she'd be a letcher
Letching her students
During the lecture
But did I say before
She is a total... bore

What a shame
You had to report her
A shame for her husband
A shame for her daughter
Oh, but I do declare
She has amazing... hair

Although they defend her
They cannot excuse her
For the data on her computer
She met your accusing stare
You put the data... there

You stuck it to her
You really screwed her
With the data on her computer
The state has her now in... care
But she has amazing... hair

We Don't Have To Make Children


I like how you look
Your teeth all acrook
The ruffling fluff of your hair
You're putting on weight
I think it looks great
Your gently fattening rear

We don't have to make children
When we make love
Don't have to make anything new
We don't have to make children
Two is enough
Baby I'd settle for you

I like how you feel
Your tottering keel
The slackening flab of your sex
Your wiggly teeth
Your wrinkling breath
Are things I have come to accept

Sex is a trick played by the womb
To make us pass life down the line
Giving us all these little rewards
For passing our genes on and dying
I've been tricking the trickster
For quite a while now
Avoiding the pain and the strain
And kids are so noisy, they take so much time
This way the pleasure's all mine

We don't have to make children
When we make love
Don't have to make anything
We don't have to be three
Two is enough
Baby I'd settle for you

We don't have to make children
Love is enough
Baby I'd settle for you

Futura Bold


The future will be everything you currently desire
A realisation of the traits that humans most admire
The future will be Maori-Inca togas trimmed with gold
The future will be newspapers set in Futura Bold

The future will be homosexual gods who come from France
The future will be animals who speak in Afrikaans
The future will be hula hoops entwined with gamma rays
The future will be communism with a human face

And I am living long ago
For I live in the past

The future will be mind control over gravity
The future will be voyages through the sea beneath the sea
An orange ethane bungalow on Titan's highest ridge
Because the moons of Saturn are the perfect place to live

And stratospheric rollerdomes that roll like rubber balls
From land to land and where they land there'll be no roads or walls

The future will be Shakespeare riding on a copper wire
The future will be African, with Euro-Asian flare
The future will be everything you currently admire
A realisation of the traits that humans most desire

And I am living long ago
For I live in the past

Shangri-La


In my world of television
And obscurity
I eat a sandwich
And drink a cup of tea

I am floating on the river
Of no return
Dying of cancer
Again and again

I'd like to thank the entertainers
For whiling away my time
I am grateful to them
For occupying my mind

I dreamed I saw a mountain
High as the stars
And at the top the magic kingdom
Of Shangri-La

People on that lost horizon
Live on and on
Keep the lost books of Livy
Safe from all harm

I saw it all on television
But now I lay me down
To float away upon the river
Of no return

Gibbous Moon


Why not believe christianity
If it helps you through the day?
It's useless as a crucifix
Brandished in a vampire's face

This world is lugubrious
Aghast beneath a gibbous moon
Waxing and waning with the death of all feeling
But we will be free soon

This ending is so curious
To fry in a dying sun
Alive and crying and gnashing teeth
Thy nothing will be done

Adrift in triviality
Intoxicated yet becalmed
The world longs for a better life
But not for now, and not from him

Dismissed summarily
With a gesture of the hand
I have become the thunderclown
And so alone I stand

The thunderclown is Heraclitus
Weeping over the obscure
Dressed in my dark colours
Misunderstood and pure

And the moon wanes gibbous
And my face has grown hideous
And on the raft, the great lovecraft
The noise has grown ridiculous

Do not listen to the eldritch one
The elders tell the young
Do not listen to the thunderclown
Because of what he's done
The places he's been my dear
The things we always fear
Just keep calm and carry on
By twilight he'll be gone

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c + p 2011 American Patchwork
Manufactured and distributed by Darla

1. Love Wakes The Devil
Vinyl: John Henriksson
Voice and electronics: Momus
Lapsteel: Anders Af Klintberg
Organ: Joel Danell

I dynamited Phil Spector out of prison and flew him to Osaka to produce this, so I really hope you like it.

2. Willow Pattern
Vinyl: John Henriksson
Voice and electronics: Momus
Saxophone: Gustav RŒdstršm
Vocals: Kumi Okamoto
Lapsteel, Marimba & Vibraphonette: Anders Af Klintberg

The pattern of their life is killing these Chinese lovers.

3. The Thunderclown
Vinyl: John Henriksson
Voice and electronics: Momus
Vocals: Maja Hedlund
Organ: Joel Danell

The blankey-bo might be Nishinari, Osaka's worst slum.

4. Precocious Young Miss Calloway
Vinyl: John Henriksson
Voice and electronics: Momus
Guitar: Simon Jonsson
Organ: Joel Danell

Impressed some person's pants away with clever conversation from a magazine.

5. The Criminal
Vinyl: John Henriksson
Voice and electronics: Momus
Clarinet & Celesta: Gustav RŒdstršm
Lapsteel: Anders Af Klintberg

Into the rain a little sun must shine, and into Paris a few bullets must fly.

6. How I Met Your Mother
Vinyl: John Henriksson
Voice and electronics: Momus
Lapsteel: Anders Af Klintberg

Did I ever tell you how I met your mother, Horse and Charlie, Whizz and Blow?

7. Baloney Polonius
Vinyl: John Henriksson
Voice and electronics: Momus

Contests some of the wisdom of Shakespeare's famous dispenser of saws.

8. The Teacher
Vinyl: John Henriksson
Voice and electronics: Momus

When it comes to queasy topics like this, it's just me, Lehrer and Halen.

9. We Don't Have To Make Children
Vinyl: John Henriksson
Voice and electronics: Momus
Lapsteel: Anders Af Klintberg
Saxophone: Gustav RŒdstršm

Biology may not be destiny for me, but it is for my children.

10. Futura Bold
Vinyl: John Henriksson
Voice and electronics: Momus

I firmly believe that the future will be again one day what it was.

11. Shangri-La
Vinyl: John Henriksson
Voice and electronics: Momus

You opt to spend your last months on Earth watching TV.

12. Gibbous Moon
Vinyl: John Henriksson
Voice and electronics: Momus

The thunderclown is Heraclitus.

Extra thanks to Matti Bye and Kristian Holmgren for lending their studio for an entire month with all their beautiful instruments and equipment.

Recorded at:

6 Rue Lapayrre, Paris
BrŠnnkyrkagatan 41, Stockholm
Ebisucho, Osaka

All songs written by Nick Currie and published by Sony Music Japan
Artwork and design by Momus and John Henriksson

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