Momus - Junk Jewelry

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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 dustbin 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'd had a baby she's taken from a pushchair
She'd 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 tracing 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's a sandman 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
 
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Nicholas “Nick” Currie (born 11 February 1960), more popularly known under the artist name Momus (after the Greek god of mockery), is a Scottish songwriter, author, blogger and former journalist for Wired.
For over thirty years he has been releasing, to marginal commercial and critical success, albums on labels in the United Kingdom, the United States, and Japan.
Momus began by recording post-punk material with ex-members of Josef K in a group called The Happy Family in the early 1980s and was associated with the musicians around Postcard Records (although he never recorded for that label). His debut solo album Circus Maximus (1986, él records) explored biblical themes in dark, almost Gothic acoustic style. His debt to the influence of Gallic pop was clear from a subsequent, sardonically self-referencing cover of Jacques Brel’s “Jacky”.
In 1987, when he lived in London, he signed to Creation Records and began to record the hyper-literate, quirky pop songs for which he is best known. A trio of albums, The Poison Boyfriend, Tender Pervert and Don’t Stop The Night, blended accessible dance-pop with such heavy lyrical themes as paedophilia, necrophilia and adultery. The latter album almost yielded a hit in the UK with “The Hairstyle of the Devil” which peaked at No. 94 in the UK Singles Charts in May 1989, and was a local hit in San Francisco, reaching #32 on a year-end list from SF’s KITS Live 105 radio station. Subsequent albums on Creation included Hippopotamomus, a scatological tribute to Gainsbourg, as Momus continued to push boundaries of acceptability within accessible pop structures.
By 1994, however, when Creation signed Oasis, his music began to seem wildly out of place compared to the newer, more ‘laddish’ and commercial sounds Creation started to produce. He moved to Paris and signed to Cherry Red Records. Since then he has lived in other countries and, while less popular in Britain, has had a reasonable level of commercial success, especially in Japan, where he wrote and produced records for successful singer Kahimi Karie, including the hit single “Good Morning World”, which was originally written as for a cosmetics advert.
He has been sued twice. The first time was from Michelin UK, for the song “Michelin Man”, which compared the mascot to a blow-up doll, on Hippopotamomus (1991).
He was sued by Wendy Carlos for the song “Walter Carlos” (which postulated that the post-sexual reassignment surgery Wendy could travel back in time to marry her pre-surgery self, Walter) on The Little Red Songbook (1998). The case was settled out of court for a fee of $30,000, withdrawal of the song, agreement not to use Carlos' name for any purpose, and payment of damages and attorney’s fees to Carlos. To pay off the debt, Momus wrote 30 songs, one about each person or group who commissioned a song for $1,000, compiling Stars Forever (1999). Patrons included artist Jeff Koons and Japanese musician Cornelius. Stars Forever also features the winners of a karaoke contest started on The Little Red Songbook (1998).
He has continued to regularly release Momus albums.
In the last two decades, Momus has lived in London, Paris, Tokyo, New York and Berlin. He has made Osaka his home since 2010.
In December 1997, he contracted acanthamoeba keratitis in his right eye due to a contact lens mishap sustained whilst on holiday in Greece, causing loss of vision on that side. Although his sight subsequently improved following surgery he has suffered lingering effects from the infection since, causing him to often be photographed in an eyepatch, very dark glasses, or squinting.,