This Lamb Sells Condos - Owen Pallett

No hope for the village, no hope for the village

A merchant’s in our midst and with a barrel fist

He’s coloured every surface, he’s slapped up a portrait

And yes, it is his own!

He’s gonna take your home!

Have you seen our visitor?

Look!

Over the treetops!

Newly conjured erections are making him a killing

And Richmond St. is illing, so the graduates are willing

To buy in to the pillage, now there’s no hope for the village

Prisoners, be silent, be silent and be sharp

When he was a young man, he conjured up a firemare

Burnt off both his eyebrows and half a head of hair

And then as an apprentice, he took a drowish mistress

Who bestowed upon his youthfulness a sense of champagne chic

His seduction, his seduction to the world of construction

Now his mind will start to wander when he’s not at his computer

And his massive genitals refuse to cooperate

No amount of therapy can hope to save his marriage

Prisoners, be silent, be silent and be sharp

Can you hear them talking?

Listen through the wall:

«Nothing to do, nothing to do

Living rent-free is boring me

Got no use for my PE Degree

Got no use for my pedigree

Hedi Slimane

And agnès b

I’m not content

I’m not content

Donna Karan

And Kara Saun

I’m not content

I’m not content»

I feed you every morning and ask so little

But you belittle all the work, all the work that I do

When you take that walk without permission

I’m not defensive, I’m just saying this cause I love you

You know I hate it when your friends are in the pool

Old money stinks, send those faggots back to Forest Hill

Contentment?

What contentment?

I am bald and impotent

Is that what it’s about?

Oh honey, honey, shut your mouth"