We Call Upon the Author

[00:15.11] What we once thought we had, we didn't
[00:17.63] And what we have now will never be that way again
[00:21.72] So we call upon the author to explain
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[00:31.63] Our myxomatoid kids spraddle the streets
[00:34.31] We've shunned them from the greasy-grind
[00:36.94] The poor little things they look so sad and old
[00:40.28] As they mount us from behind
[00:42.20] I ask them to desist and to refrain!
[00:46.18] Then we call upon the author to explain
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[00:55.98] Well, rosary clutched in his hand
[00:57.75] He died with tubes up his nose
[00:59.94] And a cabal of angels with finger cymbals
[01:03.09] Chanted his name in code
[01:04.94] We sour fists at the punishing rain
[01:07.61] And we called upon the author to explain
[01:14.09] He said, everything is messed up round here
[01:16.25] Everything is banal and jejune
[01:18.23] There is a planetary conspiracy against the likes of you and me
[01:22.02] In this idiot constituency of the moon
[01:25.14] Well, he knew exactly who to blame!
[01:27.28] And we call upon the author to explain
[01:34.54] Prolix! Prolix!
[01:36.38] Nothing a pair of scissors can't fix
[01:40.57]
[02:09.34] Well, I go guruing down the street
[02:12.24] And young people gather round my feet
[02:14.39] And they ask me things – but I don't know where to start
[02:18.39] They ignite the powder-trail straight to my father's heart
[02:23.15] And, yeah, once again
[02:25.74] I call upon the author to explain
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[02:35.81] Who is this great burdensome slavering dog-thing
[02:39.33] That mediocres my every thought?
[02:42.16] I feel like a vacuum cleaner – a complete sucker!
[02:45.65] It's fucked up and he is a fucker
[02:48.55] But what an enormous and encyclopaedic brain!
[02:52.30] I call upon the author to explain
[03:09.56] Rampant discrimination
[03:11.20] Mass poverty, third world debt
[03:13.69] Infectious disease, global inequality
[03:16.56] And deepening socio-economic divisions
[03:19.68] Well, it does in your brain
[03:21.87] We call upon the author to explain
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[03:31.62] Now hang on
[03:32.32] My friend Doug is tapping on the window!
[03:34.77] Hey Doug, how you been? (hey Doug)
[03:37.86] Well, he brings me a book on holocaust poetry – complete with pictures
[03:42.24] And then he tells me to get ready for the rain
[03:45.26] And we call upon the author to explain
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[03:55.11] Prolix! Prolix!
[03:56.66] Something a pair of scissors can fix!
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[04:11.58] Bukowski was a jerk!
[04:12.36] Berryman was best!
[04:14.15] He wrote like wet papier maché
[04:16.64] But he went the Hemming-way
[04:18.44] Weirdly on wings and with maximum pain
[04:21.60] We call upon the author to explain
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[04:32.58] Down in my bolthole I see they've published
[04:35.14] Another volume of unreconstructed rubbish
[04:37.99] "The waves, the waves were soldiers moving"
[04:41.83] Well, thank you – thank you!
[04:44.28] Thank you and again
[04:45.61] I call upon the author to explain
[05:00.36] Prolix! Prolix!
[05:02.45] Nothing a pair of scissors can't fix
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