For more than twenty years he has been releasing, to only marginal commercial and critical success, playful and transgressive albums on labels in the United Kingdom, the United States, and Japan. In his lyrics and his other writing he makes seemingly random use of decontextualized pieces of continental (mostly French) philosophy, and has built up a personal world he says is "dominated by values like diversity, orientalism, and a respect for otherness." He is also known in certain circles outside the U.S. as a producer. He is fascinated by identity, Japan, the avant-garde, time travel and sex. Live Momus shows are rare but when he does perform he often sings the crowd favourite 'maf' from the Stars Forever LP.
He wears a patch over his right eye because he lost the use of it after contracting acanthamoeba keratitis from a contact lens case washed with Greek tap water.
Nick Currie currently resides in Osaka, Japan.
Pierrot Lunaire
Momus Lyrics
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The boss makes it nod
The string to his mouth
His mum pulls for food
The string to his soul
It leads up to God
But who controls
The string to his cock?
In the bleak midwinter
At the bottom of the stair
I'll set myself on fire
Pour petrol in my hair
If he would ever notice
If he would even care
I'm just so bored .....
Football on a Sunday
Drinks after work
Tuesday a D.J.
Friday a jerk
And what really matters?
And who really cares?
My lover's a puppet
Pierrot Lunaire
In the bleak midwinter
At the bottom of the stair
I'll set myself on fire
Pour petrol in my hair
If he would ever notice
If he could even care
I'm so bored with Pierrot Lunaire
Others have boyfriends
Boyfriends who care
Of flesh and blood
Not string and air
They lay them on beds
They whisper, "je t'aime"
They take off their clothes
And make love to them
One day I'll cut my arms off
And send them to him
I'll sever my legs
Suspend them from strings
I'll be Polcinella
We'll hang out so close
My wooden cheek
To his wooden nose
In the bleak midwinter
At the bottom of the stair
I'll set myself on fire
Pour petrol in my hair
As if he'd even notice
As if he'd ever care
I'm so in love Pierrot Lunaire
Lysergic Lysander
Nodding his head
A glittery panda
That needs to be fed
A Cantonese opera
Performed at the zoo
These foolish things
Remind me of you
And the puppet girls kiss you
Up there on the moon
They must know I miss you
Please come back soon
In the depths of midwinter
At the bottom of the stair
I'm on fire
Pierrot Lunaire
Au clair de la luna
I know you'll never care
I'll set myself on fire
Pour petrol in my hair
If you would ever notice
If you could even care
I'm in love with Pierrot Lunaire
I know you can't cry so don't even try
When you've cried as much as me, the tears roll by
The years rain down, the tears don't dry
They dangle from your chin like a memory
I passed you on the stair, you're like, I swear
Who's been sleeping in baby bear's lair?
How's Cruel Frederick, is anybody there?
The Nosferatu puppet with corkscrew hair?
The nest of baby spiders underneath the chair?
All the survivors of the massacre
All the little friends of Henry Darger
Living large but dreaming larger
Patience is a virtue and virtue is a grace
And Grace is a little girl who slaps your face
I know you can't cry so don't even try
When you've cried as much as me, the tears roll by
The years rain down, the tears don't dry
They dangle from your chin like a memory
All the little tears going down the drain
Here we go again
The song "Pierrot Lunaire" by Momus is a hauntingly beautiful ballad that explores themes of love, loneliness, and despair through the lens of a puppet. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of a puppet named Pierrot, whose strings are controlled by various figures in his life. The song speaks to the idea of powerlessness and the struggle to assert oneself in the face of overwhelming societal pressure and expectations.
The first stanza of the song speaks to the idea of control and manipulation, with Pierrot's strings being pulled by various figures in his life - the boss, his mother, and God. However, the final line of the stanza questions who controls his sexuality, suggesting that even in the most intimate aspects of his life, Pierrot may not have agency. The second stanza continues this theme of powerlessness, with the singer finding himself bored by the mundanity of his existence. He longs for connection and real love, but feels trapped by the strings that bind him to his puppet form. The final stanza shifts the focus to the singer's own longing for Pierrot, as he contemplates self-harm in an attempt to get the puppet's attention. The song ends with a final plea for Pierrot's love, even as the singer acknowledges the futility of his own feelings.
Overall, "Pierrot Lunaire" is a complex and poignant song that explores deep themes of powerlessness, longing, and desire. Through its haunting melody and poignant lyrics, the song speaks to the human condition in a way that is both beautiful and devastating.
Line by Line Meaning
The string to his head
His thoughts and actions are controlled by others, just like a puppet on a string
The boss makes it nod
The puppet master controls him through work and employment
The string to his mouth
His basic necessities are controlled, he can only eat what is given to him
His mum pulls for food
Even the most basic source of his sustenance is not in his control, it's his mother who feeds him
The string to his soul
His destiny or purpose seems to be in the hands of a higher power
It leads up to God
His puppet master leads him to believe that his life is being controlled by a higher power
But who controls
He wonders who controls his sexual desires
The string to his cock?
He hints towards the idea of his desires being beyond anyone's control, shifting from the idea of being completely controlled through strings
In the bleak midwinter
The monotonous and uneventful routine of his life which has left him bored and uninspired
At the bottom of the stair
He feels stuck, with no movement or progress, possibly a metaphor for his life or career
I'll set myself on fire
He wishes to end it all drastically and dramatically with his flames and passions
Pour petrol in my hair
The idea of ending it all by self-immolation
If he would ever notice
He wishes someone would care enough to notice that something is wrong
If he would even care
He is doubtful that anyone really cares about him
Football on a Sunday
The monotony of his weekends, filled with mundane and routine activities
Drinks after work
Another part of his monotonous routine, showing a lack of any real excitement in his life
Tuesday a D.J.
Even his social outings or events are nothing more than routine, with nothing particularly exciting or different about them
Friday a jerk
Even the people he interacts with are nothing special, and not worth his time
And what really matters?
He questions the point of everything, his life, his routine, his experiences
And who really cares?
He wonders if anyone really cares about him or his situation
My lover's a puppet
He realizes that even his romantic relationships are like the rest of his life, an act with no real substance or life to them, possibly alluding to his partner being emotionally unavailable or manipulating him
Pierrot Lunaire
Pierrot is a stock character from French pantomime, symbolic of the sad clown who plays the fool and falls in love with Columbine. It could be a metaphor for his own situation
Others have boyfriends
He compares his situation to that of others who are able to have fulfilling and meaningful relationships
Boyfriends who care
He envies those people who are with someone who genuinely cares for them
Of flesh and blood
His partners are static and lack any real emotion, not providing him with the physical and emotional connection that other people have
Not string and air
Unlike his relationships which are controlled in a similar fashion as his life, by strings and air and not physical, intimate emotions
They lay them on beds
The comparison to what others have, real intimate moments shared on a bed
They whisper, "je t'aime"
The visible and vocal expression of love
They take off their clothes
A physical intimacy that he doesn't have with his partners
And make love to them
A genuine emotional and physical connection between two people
One day I'll cut my arms off
The drastic and possibly disturbing nature of his thoughts
And send them to him
The fantasy or thought of sending pieces of himself to his partner, perhaps as an expression of his love or an attempt to gain their attention
I'll be Polcinella
Polichinelle is a French puppet, possibly alluding to the idea of him becoming a character, no longer himself, and thus someone different and potentially interesting to his partner
We'll hang out so close
The desire to be near to his partner in the way that other people are physically intimate
My wooden cheek
A metaphor for the wooden expression of his face, a fake and emotionless portrayal
To his wooden nose
Comparing his partner to a puppet, who would have a wooden nose
Lysergic Lysander
A reference to Lysergic acid diethylamide, commonly known as LSD, hinting at the nature of his thoughts
Nodding his head
The image of a nodding head, lost in an altered reality, almost absent-minded and disconnected from the world around them
A glittery panda
A random and disconnected image, perhaps implying the loss of focus and reality that he is experiencing
That needs to be fed
An image of neediness or desire, possibly referring to his own need for attention and care
A Cantonese opera
A reference to a style of musical drama, hinting at the theatricality of his own existence
Performed at the zoo
The metaphor of life being a performance, also hinting at the lack of meaning or purpose
These foolish things
The meaningless and absurd aspects of his life
Remind me of you
The constant thought of his partner and his unrequited love for them
And the puppet girls kiss you
The idea of the puppet girls in his partner's life, alluding to the idea of him being replaced or controlled by someone else's whims and desires
Up there on the moon
The idea of the puppet girls being above him or out of his reach
They must know I miss you
The idea that everyone around him knows how he feels and the agony he is going through
Please come back soon
The hope that his partner will return to him and end his torment
I know you'll never care
The acceptance that his partner will not give him what he needs or desires
I know you can't cry so don't even try
The realization that what he is going through is not something his partner may understand or have the capacity to comprehend, and that he must deal with it on his own
When you've cried as much as me, the tears roll by
The idea that he has gone through a lot and the tears no longer provide the same emotional release
The years rain down, the tears don't dry
The idea that the hardship of life does not get any easier or lighter, it only gets worse with each passing year
They dangle from your chin like a memory
The weight of his sadness is something that is always there, like a heavy memory or thought that cannot be forgotten
I passed you on the stair, you're like, I swear
The idea of passing his partner on the stairs and still not getting their attention or care
Who's been sleeping in baby bear's lair?
The reference to Goldilocks and the Three Bears, hinting at the idea of intrusion and unease in his own relationship
How's Cruel Frederick, is anybody there?
Reference to a German ballad, hinting at his desire to connect with someone and the frustration of all his attempts failing
The Nosferatu puppet with corkscrew hair?
The reference to the vampire puppet with twisted or curly hair, an allusion to the idea of his partner being dark and manipulative
The nest of baby spiders underneath the chair?
The comparison to the feeling of unease, and the idea of something small and terrifying being hidden in close proximity
All the survivors of the massacre
The memory of a violent event simmering in the back of his mind
All the little friends of Henry Darger
Reference to Henry Darger, an outsider artist with an interest in fantasy and children. It could allude to the idea of people with similar interests or a connection that he is not able to make
Living large but dreaming larger
The idea of having dreams and aspirations but not actively working to achieve them
Patience is a virtue and virtue is a grace
The idea that patience and inner calmness are qualities to aspire to
And Grace is a little girl who slaps your face
The realization that the world has different rules and expectations, and sometimes one's own expectations need to be adjusted
All the little tears going down the drain
The idea that one's tears and pain are reduced to nothingness, never to be acknowledged or remembered
Here we go again
The repetition of life and the monotony of it all, taking him back to the beginning once more
Contributed by Bentley V. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Aldo Charles
on Morality Is Vanity
I’ve been listening to this song last two weeks.