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.
The Angels are Voyeurs
Momus Lyrics
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Watching us forever, their vision never blurs
They make us then forget us for a hundred million years
And then by chance they glance at us and something in them stirs
They find us so provocative, so weak, so full of pride
Our cleverness, our nakedness, fills them with delight
The way we hold our coffee cups, the way we pick our words
God is a tender pervert and his angels
And when the tender pervert is too busy to admire us
He sends his angels down to pass amongst us and desire us
He gives them little notebooks where they note each quirk and boast
Our foolish pride and pompousness turn him on the most
When we're throwing temper tantrums
When we're giving up the ghost
The pervert keeps his distance
But his angels, his angels move in close
It intoxicates the Spaceman, watching how we thrill ourselves
Not by sex but by devising new ways to kill ourselves
He sees the way we tamper with the things we most depend on
The danger stands his hair on end and gives him a hard-on
He calls his angels down to watch that slut the world get hers
God is a tender pervert and his angels
His angels are voyeurs
The pervert and his angels hide amongst the stars and watch
And as we blow ourselves to bits the angels pump their cocks
Their semen flows across the sky and forms new milky wheys
And somewhere in some galaxy in less than seven days
They make a planet more curvaceous and much sexier than ours
Full of bigger sinners
More worthy of voyeurs
The lyrics to Momus's song The Angels Are Voyeurs paint a picture of a tender perverted God who watches over humanity from afar through his voyeuristic angels. These beings observe every detail of human life, reveling in our weaknesses, nakedness, and pride. They find pleasure in our cleverness, the way we hold our coffee cups or pick our words, and even in our foolishness or tantrums.
When God is too busy to watch, he sends his angels down to take notes on every quirk and boast. They particularly enjoy watching us thrive and kill ourselves in new ways, and their arousal peaks when we tamper with things that we rely on. In a particularly graphic scene, the angels masturbate as they watch humanity blow itself to bits, and their semen flows across the sky to create new planets that are even sexier and more sinful than ours.
Line by Line Meaning
God is a tender pervert and the angels are voyeurs
The idea of God is like a pervert who takes pleasure in watching us, and the angels are like voyeurs who constantly observe us.
Watching us forever, their vision never blurs
The angels watch us all the time, and their sight never weakens or blurs.
They make us then forget us for a hundred million years
After observing us, the angels forget about us for a long period of time.
And then by chance they glance at us and something in them stirs
Sometimes the angels randomly look at us and it ignites a feeling within them.
They find us so provocative, so weak, so full of pride
The angels consider us alluring yet fragile, with an excessive amount of pride.
Our cleverness, our nakedness, fills them with delight
The angels are fascinated with our intelligence and our vulnerability.
The way we hold our coffee cups, the way we pick our words
Even the smallest details of our everyday actions intrigue the angels.
And when the tender pervert is too busy to admire us
Sometimes God is too preoccupied to focus on us.
He sends his angels down to pass amongst us and desire us
In that case, the angels are dispatched to mingle with us and be attracted to us on behalf of God.
He gives them little notebooks where they note each quirk and boast
God provides the angels with journals to record every distinctive trait and accomplishment of ours.
Our foolish pride and pompousness turn him on the most
God finds pleasure in indulging in our absurd arrogance and our excessive self-importance.
When we're throwing temper tantrums
God prefers to distance himself from us when we are acting out in anger.
When we're giving up the ghost
However, the angels move nearer to us when we are dying.
It intoxicates the Spaceman, watching how we thrill ourselves
Watching us excites the Spaceman because he is fascinated by the ways we entertain ourselves.
Not by sex but by devising new ways to kill ourselves
It's not our sexual activities that attract the Spaceman, but rather our tendencies to create new ways of destroying ourselves.
He sees the way we tamper with the things we most depend on
The Spaceman is amazed at how we mess with the things we rely on the most.
The danger stands his hair on end and gives him a hard-on
The thrill of danger turns on the Spaceman.
He calls his angels down to watch that slut the world get hers
The Spaceman sends the angels to watch as the world faces consequences for its actions.
The pervert and his angels hide amongst the stars and watch
God and his angels conceal themselves in the sky to secretly observe us.
And as we blow ourselves to bits the angels pump their cocks
As we destroy ourselves, the angels become aroused and excited.
Their semen flows across the sky and forms new milky wheys
The angels' excitement results in the creation of new galaxies.
And somewhere in some galaxy in less than seven days
Within a week, a new, different and more desirable planet is established in a neighbouring galaxy.
They make a planet more curvaceous and much sexier than ours
The angels make another planet that is more attractive and appealing than ours.
Full of bigger sinners
It is inhabited by more sinful and culpable creatures.
More worthy of voyeurs
This planet is more deserving of surveillance and obsession by the angels.
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: NICHOLAS CURRIE
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Dominic Carlsson-Wragg
Interesting. Nick with an eyepatch before he needed an eyepatch.
andrewakav
i was just thinking that! very prophetic
Rosie Hitchins
see:
"2015-02-01 The Psychology of Spirit - Is Life a Battle or a Dance? "
wonderful mad catholic priest says pretty much the same thing - but from a much more profound perspective..
Dominic Carlsson-Wragg
The documentary was released in 1994. The eyepatch came about in 1997 I think.
Helter Comes the Skelter
３２年ぶりに聴いた。
こんなPVがあったってこと？。
知らなんだです。
HortusMedia
That is bizarre! Or was this video shot later?