The Guitar Lesson-Momus

[ti:The Guitar Lesson] [ar:Momus] [al:Slender Sherbet] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Guitar Lesson - Momus [00:13.81]Pupil is twelve [00:14.86] [00:15.85]Attractive withdrawn [00:17.61]In a midnight blue school uniform [00:21.22] [00:22.27]Lips just a little too full for her face [00:25.46] [00:26.49]Distant eyes full of space [00:28.84] [00:34.65]In her posture no trace of coquette [00:37.21] [00:38.89]No defiance [00:39.71] [00:43.03]She fingers the frets looking forlorn [00:46.98] [00:47.59]Crossing her legs [00:49.38]Where her tights have been torn [00:50.98] [00:51.73]Starts as her mother comes [00:53.88]Into the room [00:54.78] [00:55.69]And the afternoon grows still [00:58.61] [01:04.24]And her mother feels a chill [01:06.60]Shivers and buttons her coat [01:09.14] [01:12.71]I gently correct [01:14.95]The curve of her back [01:16.31] [01:17.14]And open her book [01:19.09]In the now empty flat [01:21.14]At the classical piece [01:22.48] [01:23.32]I've had her prepare [01:24.85] [01:25.41]And her arms are bare as she plays [01:28.28] [01:34.10]I draw back behind her ear [01:35.92] [01:36.94]A few strands of hair gone astray [01:41.31] [01:59.31]She shows me her bracelet [02:01.66]The lesson is done [02:02.99] [02:03.74]I turn it around [02:05.19]Between finger and thum [02:07.03] [02:07.75]We sit face to face [02:09.73]And it seems to me that [02:11.88]Her face is the face of a cat [02:14.70] [02:20.63]And touching the place [02:22.12]Where her breasts will be [02:23.74] [02:24.79]I press my hand flat [02:27.55] [02:28.59]She comes into my lap [02:30.26] [02:31.05]I turn her around [02:32.48] [02:33.32]Her hands clasp my neck [02:34.88]And her feet skim the ground [02:36.70] [02:37.55]Her skirt travels up under my palm [02:40.90] [02:41.58]But the pupil sits looking so calm [02:44.75] [02:50.05]As if listening to the distant sound [02:53.34] [02:54.37]Of a burglar alarm [02:55.61] [03:16.24]What happened next it's hard to recall [03:18.78] [03:19.75]The guitar lesson left no traces at all [03:22.93] [03:24.40]Now from afar it seems to resemble [03:27.25] [03:28.29]A strange composition in oil [03:30.97] [03:36.75]Of a man a guitar [03:38.85]And an innocent little girl