Bishonen Lyrics

Song	Bishonen
Artist	Momus
Album	Tender Pervert
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	作词 : Momus
	I was born in the town of Paisley in early 1960
	And placed in the care of an old eternal bachelor
	A strict disciplinarian, a passionate antiquarian
	His collection of myths and legends was spectacular
	As a younger man he'd been to see Japan
	Where a master in a white kimono taught him
	In a shining moment the myth of the bishonen
	The youthful hero doomed to fall like blossom
	And how could I forgive the ugly fugitive
	Who brought me up according to a fantasy?
	For when the old man stared at me
	He drowned in evil beauty
	Thinking of the early death in store for me
	He taught me to be good with words, he bought me ceremonial swords
	And in this way came grace and expertise
	The words were to cut down and to kill the muscle-bound
	The swords to fell my intellectual enemies
	And women should be hated but first impersonated
	Charm, he said, is essential to misogyny
	He taught me how to woo the girls in order to outdo the girls
	And the fun would come when I'd got them to love me
	And how could I resist the old misogynist
	Who brought me up according to a fantasy?
	My softness and fragility
	My feminine grace and delicacy
	Made death himself afraid for me
	And so in time I grew to be blond and beautiful
	Pale and frail, with many male admirers
	I was promised by my father a retainer for a partner
	So loyal that nothing could divide us
	Shocked by my suggestion that I'd rather have a woman
	My stepfather replied I had no choice
	This man would cut his entrails open protecting his bishonen
	He informed me in a solemn, trembling voice
	How could I disobey that surreptitious gay
	Who brought me up according to a fantasy?
	For when the old man stared at me
	He drowned in evil beauty
	Thinking of the early death in store for me
	So me and my retainer encountered many dangers
	On travels through the North and through the South
	We ripped open the bellies of many famous bullies
	And our reputation spread by word of mouth
	In the mountains of Morocco we stopped and shared a bottle
	With a blind old man with a bearded, bandaged face
	And though the sun had sunk and the man was very drunk
	He seemed to speak with my stepfather's voice
	Saying "How could you forget the aging martinet
	Who brought you up according to a fantasy?
	Your softness and fragility
	Your feminine grace and delicacy
	Will be the death of me"
	Surprised at 28 to find myself so late
	Changing from a boy into a man
	I'm starting to feel guilty that nobody has killed me
	Early as my stepfather had planned
	I've found myself a girl and stopped roaming the world
	My retainer's gone to be a mercenary
	Now I work in a merchant bank, I'm well-liked by the senior ranks
	Though behind my back the juniors call me fairy
	And how can I placate the ugly reprobate
	Who brought me up according to a fantasy?
	For when the old man stared at me
	He drowned in evil beauty
	Thinking of the early death in store for me
	I stay awake some nights when my wife turns off the lights
	And starts breathing regularly next to me
	And I think of fallen petals and bodies pierced by metal
	And how I'll never now fulfill my destiny
	Father spare my shame, let me pass my name
	To a boy with greater beauty and more bravery
	For if I have a son I'm going to raise him to die young
	And lay him in the grave that you prepared for me

	zuo ci : Momus
	I was born in the town of Paisley in early 1960
	And placed in the care of an old eternal bachelor
	A strict disciplinarian, a passionate antiquarian
	His collection of myths and legends was spectacular
	As a younger man he' d been to see Japan
	Where a master in a white kimono taught him
	In a shining moment the myth of the bishonen
	The youthful hero doomed to fall like blossom
	And how could I forgive the ugly fugitive
	Who brought me up according to a fantasy?
	For when the old man stared at me
	He drowned in evil beauty
	Thinking of the early death in store for me
	He taught me to be good with words, he bought me ceremonial swords
	And in this way came grace and expertise
	The words were to cut down and to kill the musclebound
	The swords to fell my intellectual enemies
	And women should be hated but first impersonated
	Charm, he said, is essential to misogyny
	He taught me how to woo the girls in order to outdo the girls
	And the fun would come when I' d got them to love me
	And how could I resist the old misogynist
	Who brought me up according to a fantasy?
	My softness and fragility
	My feminine grace and delicacy
	Made death himself afraid for me
	And so in time I grew to be blond and beautiful
	Pale and frail, with many male admirers
	I was promised by my father a retainer for a partner
	So loyal that nothing could divide us
	Shocked by my suggestion that I' d rather have a woman
	My stepfather replied I had no choice
	This man would cut his entrails open protecting his bishonen
	He informed me in a solemn, trembling voice
	How could I disobey that surreptitious gay
	Who brought me up according to a fantasy?
	For when the old man stared at me
	He drowned in evil beauty
	Thinking of the early death in store for me
	So me and my retainer encountered many dangers
	On travels through the North and through the South
	We ripped open the bellies of many famous bullies
	And our reputation spread by word of mouth
	In the mountains of Morocco we stopped and shared a bottle
	With a blind old man with a bearded, bandaged face
	And though the sun had sunk and the man was very drunk
	He seemed to speak with my stepfather' s voice
	Saying " How could you forget the aging martinet
	Who brought you up according to a fantasy?
	Your softness and fragility
	Your feminine grace and delicacy
	Will be the death of me"
	Surprised at 28 to find myself so late
	Changing from a boy into a man
	I' m starting to feel guilty that nobody has killed me
	Early as my stepfather had planned
	I' ve found myself a girl and stopped roaming the world
	My retainer' s gone to be a mercenary
	Now I work in a merchant bank, I' m wellliked by the senior ranks
	Though behind my back the juniors call me fairy
	And how can I placate the ugly reprobate
	Who brought me up according to a fantasy?
	For when the old man stared at me
	He drowned in evil beauty
	Thinking of the early death in store for me
	I stay awake some nights when my wife turns off the lights
	And starts breathing regularly next to me
	And I think of fallen petals and bodies pierced by metal
	And how I' ll never now fulfill my destiny
	Father spare my shame, let me pass my name
	To a boy with greater beauty and more bravery
	For if I have a son I' m going to raise him to die young
	And lay him in the grave that you prepared for me

	zuò cí : Momus
	I was born in the town of Paisley in early 1960
	And placed in the care of an old eternal bachelor
	A strict disciplinarian, a passionate antiquarian
	His collection of myths and legends was spectacular
	As a younger man he' d been to see Japan
	Where a master in a white kimono taught him
	In a shining moment the myth of the bishonen
	The youthful hero doomed to fall like blossom
	And how could I forgive the ugly fugitive
	Who brought me up according to a fantasy?
	For when the old man stared at me
	He drowned in evil beauty
	Thinking of the early death in store for me
	He taught me to be good with words, he bought me ceremonial swords
	And in this way came grace and expertise
	The words were to cut down and to kill the musclebound
	The swords to fell my intellectual enemies
	And women should be hated but first impersonated
	Charm, he said, is essential to misogyny
	He taught me how to woo the girls in order to outdo the girls
	And the fun would come when I' d got them to love me
	And how could I resist the old misogynist
	Who brought me up according to a fantasy?
	My softness and fragility
	My feminine grace and delicacy
	Made death himself afraid for me
	And so in time I grew to be blond and beautiful
	Pale and frail, with many male admirers
	I was promised by my father a retainer for a partner
	So loyal that nothing could divide us
	Shocked by my suggestion that I' d rather have a woman
	My stepfather replied I had no choice
	This man would cut his entrails open protecting his bishonen
	He informed me in a solemn, trembling voice
	How could I disobey that surreptitious gay
	Who brought me up according to a fantasy?
	For when the old man stared at me
	He drowned in evil beauty
	Thinking of the early death in store for me
	So me and my retainer encountered many dangers
	On travels through the North and through the South
	We ripped open the bellies of many famous bullies
	And our reputation spread by word of mouth
	In the mountains of Morocco we stopped and shared a bottle
	With a blind old man with a bearded, bandaged face
	And though the sun had sunk and the man was very drunk
	He seemed to speak with my stepfather' s voice
	Saying " How could you forget the aging martinet
	Who brought you up according to a fantasy?
	Your softness and fragility
	Your feminine grace and delicacy
	Will be the death of me"
	Surprised at 28 to find myself so late
	Changing from a boy into a man
	I' m starting to feel guilty that nobody has killed me
	Early as my stepfather had planned
	I' ve found myself a girl and stopped roaming the world
	My retainer' s gone to be a mercenary
	Now I work in a merchant bank, I' m wellliked by the senior ranks
	Though behind my back the juniors call me fairy
	And how can I placate the ugly reprobate
	Who brought me up according to a fantasy?
	For when the old man stared at me
	He drowned in evil beauty
	Thinking of the early death in store for me
	I stay awake some nights when my wife turns off the lights
	And starts breathing regularly next to me
	And I think of fallen petals and bodies pierced by metal
	And how I' ll never now fulfill my destiny
	Father spare my shame, let me pass my name
	To a boy with greater beauty and more bravery
	For if I have a son I' m going to raise him to die young
	And lay him in the grave that you prepared for me

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