Going For A Walk With A Line Lyrics - Momus

There's trouble up at Cowbell Barn 

The Shadoks are going back to the moon 

With rhododendrons in a burlap sack 

Resin on a hessian violin rag 

All in Helvetica Light 

Robert the devil witnessed the nostril 

Of an elderly phoenix in a youth hostel 

Playing violin up a monkey pine 

In a finger painting for Dr Prinzhorn 

(Psychiatrist of these parts) 

The violin frightened Bimbo the cat 

So they put on a tape of the sound of pot plants 

Growing, little knowing 

That a woodlouse would grouse about that 

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A call came in from the Empire of Numbers 

A government inspector was passing amongst us 

Incognito, my little female circus rider 

From Exotik Park would have to go 

Rainy weather by the river 

Snake paths in the grass 

The child with a Chloranthemum divining twig 

Cuts Alpinism class 

Delia Derbyshire, Malcolm Clarke 

And Desmond Briscoe sit in the dark 

Invoking a spirit mathematician: 

Phra the Phoenician 

High on his evergreen reputation 

Don John's under investigation 

Apparently his donkey ratted on him 

Because the Don frightened him out of his skin 

It's a shambles, never mumble in the brambles 

Photos 

A little Italian opera queen 

Is reading a book to the twitter machine 

'AAAS Calcul-Geometrie 

(Element 18)' 

Tunis Hamamet, that conifer smell 

The oriental cemetery -- and there's Bill 

Explaining pop music to the mentally ill 

Stirring mint tea with a Lucifer match 

Let's stay a while and watch 

Pictograms in porcelain 

Sketches of birds, vogel skizzern 

Field dynamics for sizothymes 

Going for a walk with a line 

What a palaver, more's the pity 

Death is in Dessau buying pottery 

Orienteering, you part the trees 

And see three walled medieval cities 

And a dragonfly 

Meister Eckhart went into the light 

And found a desert on the other side 

'Children of wisdom', Goethe said 

'Make fools of the fools, as one should' 

That advice is good 

Put down your line, put down your pen 

A snowstorm is approaching, friend 

Soon it'll all be white 

It's paper in the end, and light