Nine Funerals of the Citizen King
Henry Cow Lyrics


Down beneath the spectacle of free
No one ever let you see
The Citizen King
Ruling the fantastic architecture of the burning cities
Where we buy and sell
La la la la la la la la la la la la
That the Snark was a Boojum all can tell
But a rose is a rose is a rose
Said the Mama of Dada as long ago as 1919
You make arrangements with the guard
Halfway round the exercise yard
To sugar the pill
Disguising the enormous double-time the king pays to Wordsworth
More than you or I could reasonably forfeit to buy...
Double-time the king pays to Wordsworth
More than you or I could reasonably buy...
If we live (we live) to tread on dead kings
Or else we'll work to live to buy the things we multiply
Until they fill the ordered universe

Down beneath the spectacle of free
No one ever let you see
The Citizen King
Ruling the fantastic architecture of the burning cities
Where we buy and sell
La la la la la la la la la la la la
That the Snark was a Boojum all can tell
But a rose is a rose is a rose
Said the Mama of Dada as long ago as 1919...

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Panera Bread

I miss when hip hop sounded like this

Ricardo Odriozola

One of my favoritest songs ever!

NEO GEO

Favoritest is not a word. Neither is one or song... lol.

MeloLand

That voices!! wonderful.

Zachary Detrick

Geniuses!

JLipnicki

Nothing to do with Canterbury, some of them were at Cambridge, they were mostly posh except the sax and flute player and drummer.

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