
A.S. I have never read The Cantos and don’t plan on doing so.
Sister Margaret’s resignation
1
It’s time for me to leave the nunnery,
And become a pioneer of modern gunnery.
To Agnes and Augustine, I’m no longer tied,
I’m a gun moll and I need my Clyde.
2
enough of vespers
and choir singing
enough of habits
and cloisters,
I’m ready for a life
of explosive sin
Pierre André, the pornographer
Ah Mademoiselle,
I’m glad to see you,
you’ve come all the way from America,
so, tell me, petite baby,
when was your first time?
I cannot take my eyes off you!
Ah Mademoiselle, oui, oui,
I have surprises for you.
The self-proclaimed prophet’s descent into madness
They asked me to heed
the religious call,
and I didn’t know if
I must walk on fire,
now lust and life
both don’t enthral.
They asked me to heed
the religious call;
I wear a tattered robe
with a grey shawl,
my circumstances
are so very dire.
They asked me to heed
the religious call,
and bloody hell,
I walked on fire!
Chorus
Let us sing together/ of the fall of man/ of crazy ideologies sprouting from crooked lips/ as insane as a bird with eight wings and five eyes/ or a green pockmarked moon, spinning out of orbit/ or a black sun, not a black hole sun, just black.
Ida’s story
I was once a good girl,
roaming the streets of Paris
with a lust for life,
until I met Pierre.
now I enjoy the things
I mustn’t, and I don’t know
the difference between
right and wrong.
My boyfriend hates me.
Pierre André, the pornographer (Part 2)
Ah Mademoiselle, there is no right
and wrong. Who are you to
say what’s normal? Sex is sex
and love is love. They’re separate,
petite baby. Ah Mademoiselle,
your boyfriend should understand.
Chorus
Let us sing together/ of the fall of man/ of crazy ideologies sprouting from crooked lips/ as insane as a bird with eight wings and five eyes/ or a green pockmarked moon, spinning out of orbit/ or a black sun, not a black hole sun, just black.
Repeat (x5)
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