"Mother Greer" as written by and Richards....
Well versed I am in the taint of my birth,
My diminishing role in this sphere
But sometimes I require a communique from the mother to make it clear.
Well England is pretty in the summer time,
Boys are beautiful until the age of nine
And certainly women begin to pine for usurping their laden fear
But after making love we hear nothing, Mother Greer
But after making love we hear nothing, Mother Greer

Tiptoe Tiptoe with me...

O no tiptoe of tiny feet make sound
Or tiny heartbeat pound in our ears
Waking up with the sweats and the terrors
Like some fifty-five year-old corporateer
Who after making love he hears nothing, Mother Greer
Yes, after making love we hear nothing, Mother Greer

Rise, rise, rise, and tune your Pianos,
I hear the wind whistle through their teeth,
You cheating sons from your deep, your dreamless, endless, arse-facing, walking, sleep...

Well versed I am in the taint of my birth,
My diminishing roll in this sphere
But sometimes I require a communique from the mother to make it clear.
Well England is pretty in the summer time,
Boys are beautiful until the age of nine
And certainly women begin to pine for usurping their laden fear

But after making love we hear nothing, Mother Greer
Yes after making love we hear nothing, Mother Greer

Why are there so many of you over there when you can't even get over here?
After making tracks we hear nothing, Mother Greer

Rise, rise, rise, and tune your pianos,
I hear the wind whistle through their teeth,
You cheating sons of deceit while I'm breaking melodies every time I breathe...
Every time I breathe..


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    General CommentGermaine Greer - smh.com.au/news/music/moo-to-you-germaine-augie-march/2006/04/20/…
    After Making Love We Hear Footsteps -
    poemhunter.com/p/m/…
    angel_wiredon June 02, 2006   Link
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    General Comment"Rise, rise, rise, and tune your pianos,
    i hear the wind whistle through their teeth,
    you cheating sons of deceit while I'm breaking melodies every time i breathe...
    every time i breathe.."

    seriously are augie march spectacular of what??
    quirky_but_kewlon June 13, 2006   Link
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    General Comment"Rise, rise, rise, and tune your pianos,
    i hear the wind whistle through their teeth,
    you cheating sons of deceit while I'm breaking melodies every time i breathe...
    every time i breathe.."

    seriously are augie march spectacular of what??
    quirky_but_kewlon June 13, 2006   Link
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    General CommentIn short, Germaine Greer got zinged. Looking at a few lines in detail:
    "Well versed I am in the taint of my birth,
    my diminishing roll in this sphere" - Men have been pretty brutally marginalised in recent years, and Greer could claim some responsibility for this ("role" rather than "roll", BTW).
    "Well England is pretty in the summer time" - You know, Germaine living in England because there's no room in Australia for a woman of her intellectual calibre, or something.
    "Boys are beautiful until the age of nine" - Ms. Greer does seem to have a thing for young boys.
    BigglesTh9on September 10, 2006   Link
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    General Comment"Mother Greer" wrote a book called "The Beautiful Boy" released in 2003 that apparently has a bunch of pictures of "beautiful teenage boys", which is probably the basis for the

    "Boys are beautiful 'till the age of nine"

    line. The change in age was probably just to make it rhyme.
    Sehnsuchton August 10, 2013   Link

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