Folk Me Amadeus - Momus

There’s no infinite reckoning in this eternal line

No deeper meaning beckoning in this runic design

So folk me Amadeus one more time

My children were fair and wore stars in their hair

Now they’re bald, watch TV, and buy New Age CDs

The unicorn’s a horse on whom some sad bastard

Has superglued a horn of plastic

In a post-everything world it still pains me, girl, to spell it out for you

The Celtic skirl of Alan Stivell might as well be 'Cotton Eye Joe'

Put it flat on the floor with a 4/4 beat, add Monsieur Oiseau

Tragedy, Celtic tragedy

I lost myself in London, Paris, San Fransisco

So folk me, Amadeus, to Celtic tragedy disco

The druids were bullies on mushrooms and brew

Selling mindbending moonshine to suckers like you

To undermine it all

It’s a bill of snake oil

I wish the myths were true, but you should be so lucky, lucky

Roots, schmoots, you should know by now

It’s the Electronic age, not the Jurassic

Gypsy, schmipsy you’re all just as tipsy

As Tiny Tim tripping on acid

Your Celtic moonshine is J. Arthur Rank

The Incredible String Band is banned from my Republic

King Arthur is laughing all the way to the bank

Muscle men in thongs all oiled up and bronzed swing their prongs

To batter a horrible bong from the execrable Gong

Tragedy, Celtic tragedy

I lost myself in Tokyo and San Fransisco

So folk me, Amadeus, to Celtic tragedy disco

The world is superflat now, but ironies abound

Transcendence isn’t dead, it just went deeper underground

Within this 'no infinity' infinity is found

The lack of deeper meaning’s getting deeper all the time

'Cotton Eye Joe' may just be joke folk techno

But tonight it had me crying

So folk me Amadeus one more time

Tragedy, Celtic tragedy

I lost myself in Marrakesh and San Fransisco

So folk me, Amadeus, to Celtic tragedy disco