The Gatecrasher-Momus

[ti:The Gatecrasher] [ar:Momus] [al:Slender Sherbet] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Gatecrasher - Momus [00:32.00]He shows up at the party [00:33.42] [00:34.49]In a pair of dark glasses [00:36.04] [00:36.81]His grandfather wore [00:37.79] [00:38.42]In the war [00:39.27] [00:41.30]Saying nothing to no one [00:42.72] [00:43.51]Just drinks [00:44.66]As if that's what God gave him [00:46.41] [00:46.96]His ugly mouth for [00:48.21] [00:50.53]And he doesn't make passes [00:52.20] [00:52.78]At the girls in the corner [00:54.06] [00:54.78]In their bolshevik glasses and black [00:57.27] [00:59.74]When they giggle a little [01:00.71] [01:01.63]And look at him funny [01:03.49] [01:04.13]The gatecrasher only looks back [01:06.73] [01:08.80]He takes in the faces [01:10.55] [01:11.22]Never quite placing them [01:12.46] [01:13.54]Squinting his shortsighted eyes [01:15.92] [01:17.97]And each one reminds him of someone he's known [01:21.06] [01:22.58]Or someone he faintly dislikes [01:24.84] [01:27.14]And he can't understand [01:28.81]The naive curiosity [01:30.78] [01:31.81]Forcing two strangers to talk [01:34.48] [01:36.32]When language is always and everywhere language [01:39.80] [01:40.80]And people are like cheese and chalk [01:43.09] [01:44.42]Cheese and chalk [01:45.41] [02:03.24]So he lifts himself out of his squatting position [02:06.85] [02:08.25]And gets up for something to eat [02:10.18] [02:12.60]But the ham is too pink [02:13.99] [02:14.93]And the turkey is cardboard [02:16.64] [02:17.27]And the plate [02:18.29]Is as floppy as meat [02:19.79] [02:21.75]So he fills up his glass [02:23.56] [02:24.23]From a bottle of vodka [02:25.60] [02:26.13]Snatched from some new arrivals who stare [02:29.13] [02:30.71]As he tips back his head [02:32.25] [02:32.85]Like a man seized with laughter [02:34.75] [02:35.35]And spits the drink into the fire [02:37.90] [02:40.24]And he looks so appealing [02:41.46] [02:42.14]With eyes like a bloodhound [02:43.85] [02:44.75]And hair like the quatre cent coups [02:47.49] [02:49.31]With the holes in his trousers [02:50.78] [02:51.35]Designed to arouse us [02:53.40] [02:53.91]He looks like he'd know what to do [02:56.29] [02:58.52]On the rims of his eyes [02:59.88] [03:00.62]There's a trace of infection [03:02.21] [03:02.94]Or maybe the mark of a tear [03:05.66] [03:07.68]And is it mascara [03:08.89] [03:09.92]Or is it bacteria [03:11.45] [03:12.47]There where the white [03:13.66] [03:15.39]Where the whites disappears [03:17.50] [03:35.07]And which of those girls [03:36.76]Isn't scared of him [03:37.80] [03:39.72]And which of us isn't [03:41.05]The same [03:41.47] [03:44.27]And maybe that's why [03:45.65] [03:46.34]Of the four of them [03:47.56] [03:49.08]No one remembers [03:50.40] [03:52.26]The gatecrasher's name [03:54.12] [04:10.85]Absentmindedly licking [04:13.44] [04:13.95]The tip of a finger [04:15.28] [04:16.07]He's just used for scratching his ear [04:18.65] [04:20.79]He wrinkles his nose [04:23.01]At the taste of the wax [04:24.33] [04:25.15]Which like him [04:25.75] [04:26.33]Is acidic and sour [04:28.31] [04:30.18]And just for a second [04:31.16] [04:32.21]Something comes back to him [04:33.93] [04:34.53]Something so real and remote [04:37.22] [04:39.13]That he tips back his vodka [04:40.42] [04:41.15]To blank out the thought [04:42.51] [04:43.65]And he grins [04:44.23] [04:44.77]As it scorches his throat [04:46.40] [04:47.65]Maybe he thought of his mother [04:49.14] [04:49.97]How she kicked out his father [04:51.80] [04:52.45]When he'd pushed her around once too much [04:54.66] [04:57.39]And how he'd pretended to sleep as she hugged him [05:00.27] [05:01.95]And how he'd been calmed by her touch [05:04.30] [05:06.55]Or he's sad with nostalgia [05:08.13] [05:08.67]For a little Italian [05:09.84] [05:11.06]He met in a bar [05:12.06] [05:12.63]In Milan [05:13.62] [05:15.67]As they swept up the glass on piazza fontana [05:19.13] [05:20.24]He knew she'd be thinking [05:22.07]Of him [05:22.57] [05:23.30]She'd be thinking [05:24.53] [05:25.30]Of him [05:26.02] [05:43.02]Or he wonders why Hitler [05:44.25] [05:45.28]Liked lemon verbena [05:46.31] [05:47.51]And whether he loved [05:48.73] [05:49.34]Eva Braun [05:50.18] [05:52.33]Or maybe he thinks [05:54.01]Of his cheap bed and breakfast [05:55.80] [06:04.59]On the far side of town