Life of the Fields - Momus

Your eyes are flat, the city’s hot

Night falls over the barren system

Leave the cracked city block

Come back to the old religion

Throw your seed behind the plough

Throw your wine in the face of nothing

Feel the sea anemone

Children play in the rockery garden

We’re all John Barleycorn

We’re all one in the old religion

Meet me by the waving rye

The question mark in the scarecrow’s eye

Gaelic runes and harvest moons

Shinto dogs at the phallic symbol

Mustard seed and dandelion

A time to live, a time to die

Meet me in the waving leaves

The question mark in the scarecrow summer

Meet me out by the lemon trees

Pull me down, and pump me dry

Lie back now and think of rain

In the blossom of the willow

Mastering the morning pain

Gorgeous on your petal pillow

Mustard seed and dandelion

Treading wine for the old religion

The high priest and the artisan

Piping at the gates of knowledge

Saturnine as the hammer god

Hammering, getting it on

Meet me by the waving rye

The question mark in the scarecrow’s eye

Gaelic runes and harvest moons

Shinto dogs at the phallic symbol

Mustard seed and dandelion

A time to live, a time to die

Meet me in the waving summer

The question mark in the scarecrow’s eye

Making out by the rhodedendron

Pull me down, and pump me dry

Lie back now and think of sorrow

The question mark in the scarecrow’s eye

Mustard seed and dandelion

A time to live, a time to die

Meet me in the waving leaves

The question mark in the scarecrow’s eye