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title: "Orpheus sat gloomy in his garden shed\nWondering what to do\nWith a lump of wood, a piece of wire\nAnd a little pot of glue\nO Mamma O Mamma\n\nHe sawed at the wood with half a heart\nAnd glued it top to bottom\nHe strung a wire in between\nHe was feeling something rotten\nO Mamma O Mamma\n\nOrpheus looked at his instrument\nAnd he gave the wire a pluck\nHe heard a sound so beautiful\nHe gasped and said O my God\nO Mamma O Mamma\n\nHe rushed inside to tell his wife\nHe went racing down the halls\nEurydice was still asleep in bed\nLike a sack of cannonballs\nO Mamma O Mamma\n\nLook what I’ve made, cried Orpheus\nAnd he plucked a gentle note\nEurydice’s eyes popped from their sockets\nAnd her tongue burst through her throat\nO Mamma O Mamma\n\nO God, what have I done, he said\nAs her blood pooled in the sheets\nBut in his heart he felt a bliss\nWith which nothing could compete\nO Mamma O Mamma\n\nOrpheus went leaping through the fields\nStrumming as hard as he did please\nBirdies detonated in the sky\nBunnies dashed their brains out on the trees\nO Mamma O Mamma\n\nOrpheus strummed till his fingers bled\nHe hit a G minor 7\nHe woke up God from a deep, deep sleep\nGod was a major player in heaven\nO Mamma O Mamma\n\nGod picked up a giant hammer\nAnd He threw it with an thunderous yell\nIt smashed down hard on Orpheus’ head\nAnd knocked him down a well\nO Mamma O Mamma\n\nThe well went down very deep\nVery deep went down the well\nThe well went down so very deep\nWell, the well went down to hell\nO Mamma O Mamma\n\nPoor Orpheus woke up with a start\nAll amongst the rotting dead\nHis lyre tacked safe under his arm\nHis brains all down his head\nO Mamma O Mamma\n\nEurydice appeared brindled in blood\nAnd she said to Orpheus\nIf you play that fucking thing down here\nI’ll stick it up your orifice!\nO Mamma O Mamma\n\nThis lyre lark is for the birds, said Orpheus\nIt’s enough to send you bats\nLet’s stay down here, Eurydice, dear\nAnd we’ll have a bunch of screaming brats\nO Mamma O Mamma\n\nOrpheus picked up his lyre for the last time\nHe was on a real low down bummer\nAnd stared deep into the abyss and said\nThis one is for Mamma\n\nO Mamma O Mamma\nO Mamma O Mamma"
date: 2012-12-23 04:08:19 +00
tags: tumblr
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Orpheus sat gloomy in his garden shed
Wondering what to do
With a lump of wood, a piece of wire
And a little pot of glue
O Mamma O Mamma
He sawed at the wood with half a heart
And glued it top to bottom
He strung a wire in between
He was feeling something rotten
O Mamma O Mamma
Orpheus looked at his instrument
And he gave the wire a pluck
He heard a sound so beautiful
He gasped and said O my God
O Mamma O Mamma
He rushed inside to tell his wife
He went racing down the halls
Eurydice was still asleep in bed
Like a sack of cannonballs
O Mamma O Mamma
Look what I’ve made, cried Orpheus
And he plucked a gentle note
Eurydice’s eyes popped from their sockets
And her tongue burst through her throat
O Mamma O Mamma
O God, what have I done, he said
As her blood pooled in the sheets
But in his heart he felt a bliss
With which nothing could compete
O Mamma O Mamma
Orpheus went leaping through the fields
Strumming as hard as he did please
Birdies detonated in the sky
Bunnies dashed their brains out on the trees
O Mamma O Mamma
Orpheus strummed till his fingers bled
He hit a G minor 7
He woke up God from a deep, deep sleep
God was a major player in heaven
O Mamma O Mamma
God picked up a giant hammer
And He threw it with an thunderous yell
It smashed down hard on Orpheus’ head
And knocked him down a well
O Mamma O Mamma
The well went down very deep
Very deep went down the well
The well went down so very deep
Well, the well went down to hell
O Mamma O Mamma
Poor Orpheus woke up with a start
All amongst the rotting dead
His lyre tacked safe under his arm
His brains all down his head
O Mamma O Mamma
Eurydice appeared brindled in blood
And she said to Orpheus
If you play that fucking thing down here
I’ll stick it up your orifice!
O Mamma O Mamma
This lyre lark is for the birds, said Orpheus
It’s enough to send you bats
Let’s stay down here, Eurydice, dear
And we’ll have a bunch of screaming brats
O Mamma O Mamma
Orpheus picked up his lyre for the last time
He was on a real low down bummer
And stared deep into the abyss and said
This one is for Mamma
O Mamma O Mamma
O Mamma O Mamma
— Nick Cave is amazing.
December 22nd, 2012 8:08pm