It would appear that no other sucka in the whole history of the world has seen fit to put the lyrics to Julian Cope’s ‘Julian H. Cope’, his excellent Lou-Reed-on-metaphysical-hallucinogenics track from Jehovahkill on the internet. Julian H Cope was the original title of the LP.
Here they are – a bit more guesswork than usual; if you spot any mistakes, please feel free to keep completely silent about it at your earliest opportunity.
Julian H. Cope
Some people lead their lives on a trusting to luck Some people base their lives on a questionable fuck Money’s on a winner yet the single most cataclysmic intrusion of the Holy Ghost When will I get what I get to keep Keep sweeping sister, go back to sleep Sleep in the doorway of daddio’s house Hear the shivering, the shivering as quiet as a mouse (as quiet as a mouse) She walks up to me, makes the sign of the cross Says ‘Julian H Cope you’re a real dead loss’ Slave to a slavering hollering dog Woke up in the fireplace, slept like a log Keep sweeping sister ‘til the brush comes apart But just remember women aren’t supposed to fart Who’s wearing badges, yeah who’s making love Who is receiving from up above Talking in a whisper, yeah speaking in tongues Speaking of the devil, yeah here he comes ‘Badges? badges? we don’t need no stinkin’ badges’ Cissified too civillized I want to be a savage I want to be the righteousness son of man You know I want to be the papa of the whole darn clan Walks up to me, makes the sign of the cross She says ‘Julian H Cope you’re a real dead loss’ You’re a real dead loss X3
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I think Cope has one more pop song in him, I keep waiting for him to invade the airwaves with a poppy incantation to the heathen gods, resulting in the downfall of our current system and the introduction of a more socially conscious can forward thinking society, then I wake up watching Katy Perry on American Idol and realize we are all doomed.
Heed the stones of the ancients Neil. Heed them, I say!
Interesting lyrics, I always had Julian Cope pegged as some trendy top 40 singer.
More, insanely-bearded-street-crazy kinda guy these days – much more interesting!
It sounds more interesting.
I listened, an important first step in my exposure therapy.
I hear it like this:
Botswana bee a righteous-est sun-up plan
Juno on’matopoeia pauper otha’ hole dunk land
Crom! Careful!! That sounds like exactly the right sort of Lovecraftian incantation to summon up the spectre of dread Cthulhu, Himself.
That opening verse definitely gets the listener’s attention!
Not one for school assemblies Geoff.
That surprises me. You can get lyrics for pretty much everything. I am glad we now have a place to go to get them.
I know, it is such a rarity when you can’t. I consider it my cosmic duty.