I Was A Maoist Intellectual Lyrics
| Song | I Was A Maoist Intellectual |
| Artist | Momus |
| Album | Slender Sherbet |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Momus | |
| I always knew that I could seize the world's imagination | |
| And show the possibilities for transformation | |
| I saw a nation in decay, but also a solution: Permanent cultural revolution | |
| Whenever I played my protest songs the press applauded me | |
| Rolled out the red carpet, parted the Red Sea | |
| But the petite bourgeois philistines stayed away | |
| They preferred their artists to have nothing to say | |
| How did I pass my time on earth? Now it can be revealed: | |
| I was a Maoist intellectual in the entertainment field | |
| I showed the people how they lived and told them it was bad | |
| Showed them the insanity inside the bureaucrat | |
| And the archetypes and stereotypes that were my stock in trade | |
| Toppled all the ivory towers that privilege had made | |
| Though I tried to change your mind I never tried your patience | |
| All I tried to do was to point out your exploitation | |
| But the powers that be took this to be a personal insult | |
| And refused to help me build my personality cult | |
| How did I pass my time an earth, what on earth got into me? | |
| I was a Maoist intellectual in the music industry | |
| I left the normal world behind and started living in | |
| A hinterland between dissolution and self discipline | |
| I burned the midnight oil to build my way of seeing | |
| A miner at the coal face of meaning | |
| The rich despised the songs I wrote which told the poor their worth | |
| Told the shy to speak and told the meek to take the earth | |
| But my downfall came from being three things the working classes hated: | |
| Agitated, organized and over-educated | |
| How did I pass my time on earth, how did I bear witness? | |
| As a Maoist intellectual in the entertainment business | |
| And how was I treated in this world and in this industry? | |
| As a Maoist intellectual in a business would be | |
| I became a hotel doorman, I stood there on the doormat | |
| Clutching my forgotten discs in their forgotten format | |
| Trying to hand them out to all the stars who sauntered in | |
| The ones who hadn't been like me, who hadn't lived in vain | |
| I gave up ideology the day I lost my looks | |
| I never found a publisher for my little red books | |
| When I died the energy released by my frustration | |
| Was nearly enough for re-incarnation | |
| But if I could live my life again the last thing that I'd be | |
| Is a Maoist intellectual in the music industry | |
| No, if I could live my life again I think I'd like to be | |
| The man whose job is to stop the men who think like me | |
| Yeah! If l could live my life again that'd be the thing to be | |
| The man who plots the stumbling blocks | |
| In the lives of the likes of me! |
| zuo ci : Momus | |
| I always knew that I could seize the world' s imagination | |
| And show the possibilities for transformation | |
| I saw a nation in decay, but also a solution: Permanent cultural revolution | |
| Whenever I played my protest songs the press applauded me | |
| Rolled out the red carpet, parted the Red Sea | |
| But the petite bourgeois philistines stayed away | |
| They preferred their artists to have nothing to say | |
| How did I pass my time on earth? Now it can be revealed: | |
| I was a Maoist intellectual in the entertainment field | |
| I showed the people how they lived and told them it was bad | |
| Showed them the insanity inside the bureaucrat | |
| And the archetypes and stereotypes that were my stock in trade | |
| Toppled all the ivory towers that privilege had made | |
| Though I tried to change your mind I never tried your patience | |
| All I tried to do was to point out your exploitation | |
| But the powers that be took this to be a personal insult | |
| And refused to help me build my personality cult | |
| How did I pass my time an earth, what on earth got into me? | |
| I was a Maoist intellectual in the music industry | |
| I left the normal world behind and started living in | |
| A hinterland between dissolution and self discipline | |
| I burned the midnight oil to build my way of seeing | |
| A miner at the coal face of meaning | |
| The rich despised the songs I wrote which told the poor their worth | |
| Told the shy to speak and told the meek to take the earth | |
| But my downfall came from being three things the working classes hated: | |
| Agitated, organized and overeducated | |
| How did I pass my time on earth, how did I bear witness? | |
| As a Maoist intellectual in the entertainment business | |
| And how was I treated in this world and in this industry? | |
| As a Maoist intellectual in a business would be | |
| I became a hotel doorman, I stood there on the doormat | |
| Clutching my forgotten discs in their forgotten format | |
| Trying to hand them out to all the stars who sauntered in | |
| The ones who hadn' t been like me, who hadn' t lived in vain | |
| I gave up ideology the day I lost my looks | |
| I never found a publisher for my little red books | |
| When I died the energy released by my frustration | |
| Was nearly enough for reincarnation | |
| But if I could live my life again the last thing that I' d be | |
| Is a Maoist intellectual in the music industry | |
| No, if I could live my life again I think I' d like to be | |
| The man whose job is to stop the men who think like me | |
| Yeah! If l could live my life again that' d be the thing to be | |
| The man who plots the stumbling blocks | |
| In the lives of the likes of me! |
| zuò cí : Momus | |
| I always knew that I could seize the world' s imagination | |
| And show the possibilities for transformation | |
| I saw a nation in decay, but also a solution: Permanent cultural revolution | |
| Whenever I played my protest songs the press applauded me | |
| Rolled out the red carpet, parted the Red Sea | |
| But the petite bourgeois philistines stayed away | |
| They preferred their artists to have nothing to say | |
| How did I pass my time on earth? Now it can be revealed: | |
| I was a Maoist intellectual in the entertainment field | |
| I showed the people how they lived and told them it was bad | |
| Showed them the insanity inside the bureaucrat | |
| And the archetypes and stereotypes that were my stock in trade | |
| Toppled all the ivory towers that privilege had made | |
| Though I tried to change your mind I never tried your patience | |
| All I tried to do was to point out your exploitation | |
| But the powers that be took this to be a personal insult | |
| And refused to help me build my personality cult | |
| How did I pass my time an earth, what on earth got into me? | |
| I was a Maoist intellectual in the music industry | |
| I left the normal world behind and started living in | |
| A hinterland between dissolution and self discipline | |
| I burned the midnight oil to build my way of seeing | |
| A miner at the coal face of meaning | |
| The rich despised the songs I wrote which told the poor their worth | |
| Told the shy to speak and told the meek to take the earth | |
| But my downfall came from being three things the working classes hated: | |
| Agitated, organized and overeducated | |
| How did I pass my time on earth, how did I bear witness? | |
| As a Maoist intellectual in the entertainment business | |
| And how was I treated in this world and in this industry? | |
| As a Maoist intellectual in a business would be | |
| I became a hotel doorman, I stood there on the doormat | |
| Clutching my forgotten discs in their forgotten format | |
| Trying to hand them out to all the stars who sauntered in | |
| The ones who hadn' t been like me, who hadn' t lived in vain | |
| I gave up ideology the day I lost my looks | |
| I never found a publisher for my little red books | |
| When I died the energy released by my frustration | |
| Was nearly enough for reincarnation | |
| But if I could live my life again the last thing that I' d be | |
| Is a Maoist intellectual in the music industry | |
| No, if I could live my life again I think I' d like to be | |
| The man whose job is to stop the men who think like me | |
| Yeah! If l could live my life again that' d be the thing to be | |
| The man who plots the stumbling blocks | |
| In the lives of the likes of me! |
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