​black midi – 27 Questions

Letra “​black midi – 27 Questions” Official Lyrics

When lost in wild rain there is nothing you can do
When lost in city rain there is something you can do
To take refuge wherever’s marked “Admission: free”
As we did one night in late ‘63
I never heard of the man on the poster before
But my friend
said he was a big star before the war

The boy behind the door
Louder than a bomb
All the way down the street
You heard his song

“Blow it up, blow it up!
Tonight is the night
The funeral of
Freddy Fürst?
live on stage
Blow it up, blow it up
For the thrill of a lifetime
Doors open at quarter to 8″

Satin upholstery that was once brilliant

then look around
There were duchesses and dukes
And beggars and pimps
All sat side-by-side to watch
his last grasp of life
The grand centerpiece was a
gold and green (or golden-green)

sat either side by
oil paint pictures of the man
First of all, a film to explain his lifelong dream
Afterwards, music started and a young

with operatic screams

Three hours went by and 65 wives who told, through opera, of his magnificent life
They sang of his exploits all over the world
His likes and dislikes: his
And after a last crescendo where they all cried as one
They harkened me off, but the music played on
From within the sarcophagus rose a spot-lit, withered hand
emerged, into the racing beat he danced
With the biology of a newborn chimp
and he
and he
and he

Hopelessly wrinkled and by no means

He soon became dizzy, as he regained his composure
And he started to sing:

“Thank you for listening
I won’t be too long
Just 27 questions to finish this song
Does there exist a marriage
That can’t survive castration?
A future where our men can go a year without hydration?
Is grass ever greener?
Is the will really free?
Is it only black you see when you join the deceased?
Will I forever be a non-entity?
A hideous
God (or gut)
with trembling knees
In death will I see the girls of daydreams?
Intangibly dressed, invisibly

Will the sun burn out?
Will my corpse grow a beard?
Will my house be kept and my sperm be reared?

Well I shall have a big tongue
, a posthumous face
Will they buy the home, or go to waste?
In Heaven, do the morals of the Earth still stand?
Or can I bridge the gaps betwixt beast and man?
Is there such a thing as a universal truth?
And a lost secret to eternal youth?
Do nuns fornicate and do the scientists pray?
Is a sin committed every moment of every day?
That’s not quite 27 but my chest feels awful tight
So thank you for listening

Good night, good night, good night!”

Freddy Fürst
blew up to the size of a hot air balloon

What is all
hellfire and
the yell
of satan’s siren
And he wheezed and moaned in pain as he rose
While we all just laughed at the sad, olf oaf
And laughed all the way home!

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