Trojan Curfew - Stephen Malkmus

Greek gods are communing beneath the Doric arch

And they talk how small we humans are

They drink to Agamemnon, they toast his Pyhrric march

And wait for the sacrifices

Shepherds herd in real time

Sheep are barley-grazing on a field of green

Vines ripen to find

Troy will prevail

Trojan curfew prevail

So we got smashed on Ios

Down around some Doric arch

And the trashed blonde Scandi

Mistook me for a Swede

Her slurred Medieval accent

Was like a puddle at my feet

You could see chopped tobacco in her teeth

Flaccid waves converging

On a rock hard strip of concrete

Near a field of green

We sign Deutschmarks too fine

Aren’t you too pale

Does it hurt you?

So pale

Trojan curfew prevail