Текст песни Of Montreal - The Miniature Philosopher
Of Montreal - The Miniature Philosopher слова песни
He`s a miniature philosopherHe stands five foot threeSo no one takes him seriouslyHe`s in love with Gertrude LullabyBut she doesn`t care for himHe`s like a house boyto Miss LullabyAnd their future looks very dimHe`s a miniature philosopherHe takes notes on all he readsBut that doesn`t satisfy his needsHe`s a desk clerk at the bank and trustThere`s so many contracts and paperwork to doHe gets so busy at the bank and trustThere is no time for Nietzsche or CamusHe`s a miniature philosopherHe writes essays on VoltaireBut if he died no one would careHe doesn`t know why his life turned out this wayNo one ever reads his dissertations or allegoric playsSo he comforts himself while searching a rhymeThat the public rarely recognize a genius in their time(poor little guy)He`s a miniature philosopherThough he hasn`t got a friendHe`s sure he`ll be famous in the end