The Gatecrasher - Momus.mp3

[00:20.10]The territorial drums a waltz on a loaded gun
[00:26.33]The viper flexes, coiling on the vine
[00:29.98]And the irises are sinking in the rain
[00:33.53]Idiots drown the sound of a distant train
[00:37.80]The blind man plays his instrument and sings
[00:41.58]In the Irish Sea the ichthyosaurus swims
[00:46.31]The Reverend Ian Paisley grabs his god and shouts
[00:50.02]The Pope sits in the Vatican and doubts
[00:56.47]The generous American is loosening his belt
[01:00.09]Savouring his childhood in an after-dinner mint
[01:07.23]And the rosebuds are sinking in the rain
[01:11.73]Radios drown the sound of a distant train
[01:15.78]The blind man's bow leaves resin on the strings
[01:19.53]In the Irish Sea the rattlesnake swims
[01:23.38]On the feast day of St Patrick, like the poet Valery
[01:27.67]A soldier pours a glass of blood red wine into the sea
[01:35.66]The sun can never shine through the censorship of clouds
[01:39.98]In this city of open secrets and sudden shrouds
[01:45.00]While the astors are sinking in the rain
[01:49.36]Automatics drown the sound of a distant train
[01:53.34]The blind old man's accordion is torn
[01:57.31]In the Irish sea the adders swarm
[02:01.54]And in a Ballymena farmhouse a widow goes to bits
[02:05.21]And sometimes she remembers him and sometimes she just sits
[02:21.01]And as for the troubles, don't count us out
[02:25.05]Sometimes we're unbiased observers, sometimes louts
[02:30.79]While the tiger lilies crumple in the rain
[02:34.94]Television drowns the sound of a distant train
[02:39.01]The blind man pours the spit from an old trombone
[02:42.79]In the Irish Sea the tapeworms twist and turn
[02:47.15]The moon is a sergeant major who rises and recruits
[02:50.96]In the terraces of Belfast, in the back streets of Beirut
[02:59.07]Sitting on a bed while I watch you from behind
[03:11.96]Skinny as a child, guilt-free, your face unlined
[03:16.00]While the violets are sinking in the rain
[03:19.95]Videos drown the sound of a distant train
[03:24.61]The blind old man has smashed his violin
[03:28.52]In the Irish Sea the vipers return
[03:32.95]Could've been your conscience but I guess that never works
[03:36.59]So treat me like an equal 'til it hurts
[03:44.05]I violetti surrendono per te
[03:48.26]I canali la torre di Babel
[03:51.98]I violini piangono per che
[03:55.92]Io sto morendo in questo hotel
[03:58.79]I violetti surrendono per te
[04:04.08]I canali la torre di Babel
[04:08.02]I violini piangono per che
[04:11.77]Io sto morendo in questo hotel
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