letra de 27 questions - black midi
[verse 1]
when lost in wild rain there is nothing you can do
when lost in city rain there is something you can do
to take refuge wherever’s marked “admission: free”
as we did one night, back in late ‘63
i never heard of the man on the poster before
but my friend[s] said he was a big star before the war
[verse 2]
the boy behind the door, louder than a bomb
all the way down the street, you heard his song
“roll up, roll up, tonight’s the night
when freddy fürst get’s his [?] live on stage
roll up, roll up, for the thrill of a lifetime
doors open at quarter to 8”
[verse 3]
satin upholstery that was once brilliant
we picked it’s loose stuffing and looked around
there were d-ch-sses and dukes, and beggars and pimps
all sat side-by-side to watch his last grasp of life
the grand centerpiece was a [gold and green (or golden-green)] sarcophagus
[sat either side by] oil paint pictures of the man
first of all, a film to explain his lifelong dream
afterwards, music started and a young girl [?] with operatic screams
[verse 4]
three hours went by and his sixty-five daughters
who told, through opera, of his life’s importance
they sang of his exploits all over the world
his likes and his dislikes, and his unfathomable worth
and after a last crescendo where they all cried as one
they harkened me off, but the music played on
from within the sarcophagus rose a spot-lit, withered hand
mister [fürst] emerged, and to the racing beat he danced
with the biology of a newborn chimp
he spun and he spun and he spun and he spun
hopelessly wrinkled and by no means [dim]
he soon became dizzy, he regained his composure
and he started to sing:
[verse 5]
“thank you for listening, i won’t be too long
just 27 questions to finish this song
one, two, three
does there exist a marriage
that can survive castration?
a future where a men can go a year without hydration?
is grass ever greener?
is the will really free?
is it only black you see when you join the deceased?
will i forever be mediocrity?
a hideous glut with trembling knees
in death will i see the girls of daydreams?
intangibly dressed, invisibly [seamed]
will the sun burn out?
will my corpse grow a beard?
will my house be kept and my sperm be reared?
[well i shall have a big tongue], a posthumous face
will they buy the home, or go to waste?
in heaven, do the morals of the earth still stand?
or can i bridge the gaps betwixt beast and man?
is there such a thing as a universal truth?
and a lost secret to eternal youth?
do nuns fornicate and do the scientists pray?
is a sin committed every moment of every day?
that’s not quite 27 but my chest feels awful tight
so thank you for listening
good night, good night, good night!”
[outro]
[freddy fürst] blew up to the size of a hot air balloon
[what is all] h-llfire and [the yell] of satan’s siren
and he wheezed and moaned in pain as he rose
while we all just laughed at the sad, old oaf
and laughed all the way home!
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