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    "Folk Me Amadeus" Lyrics


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    There's no infinite reckoning in this eternal line
    No deeper meaning beckoning in this runic design
    So folk me Amadeus
    One more time

    My children were fair and wore stars in their hair
    Now they're bald, watch tv and buy new age cd's
    The unicorn's a horse on whom some sad bastard
    Has superglued a horn of plastic

    In this post-everything world it still pains me girl
    To spell it out for you
    The Celtic skirl of Alan Stivell
    Might as well be Cotton-Eyed Joe

    Put it flat on the floor with a four/four beat
    Add Monsieur Oiseau

    Tragedy, Celtic tragedy
    I lost myself in London, Paris, San Francisco
    So folk me Amadeus
    To Celtic tragedy disco

    The druids were bullies
    On mushrooms and brew
    Selling mind-bending moonshine to suckers like you
    To undermine it all, it's a bill of snake oil
    I wish the myths were true, but you should be so lucky

    Roots? schmoots! you should know by now
    It's the electronic age, not the Jurassic
    Gypsy schmipsy you're all just as tipsy
    As Tiny Tim tripping on acid

    Your Celtic moonshine is J. Authur Rank
    The Incredible String band is banned from my republic
    King Authur is laughing all the way to the bank
    Muscle men in thongs all oiled up and bronzed swing
    their prongs to battle a horrible bong from the execreble gong

    Tragedy, Celtic tragedy
    I lost myself in Tokyo and San Francisco
    So folk me Amadeus
    To Celtic tragedy disco

    The world is superflat now but ironies abound
    Transcendence isn't dead it just went deeper underground
    Within this no infinity
    Infinity is found

    The lack of deeper meaning is getting deeper all the time
    Cotton-Eyed Joe may just be joke-folk-techno
    But tonight it had me crying
    So folk me Amadeus one more time

    Tragedy, Celtic tragedy
    I lost myself in Marrakesh and San Francisco
    So folk me Amadeus
    To Celtic tragedy disco
    This song was submitted on November 21st, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/atv Music Publishing Llc.
    Written by Nicholas Currie.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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