The territorial drums a waltz on a loaded gun
The viper flexes, coiling on the vine
And the irises are sinking in the rain
Idiots drown the sound of a distant train
The blind man plays his instrument and sings
In the Irish Sea the ichthyosaurus swims
The Reverend Ian Paisley grabs his god and shouts
The Pope sits in the Vatican and doubts
The generous American is loosening his belt
Savouring his childhood in an after-dinner mint
And the rosebuds are sinking in the rain
Radios drown the sound of a distant train
The blind man's bow leaves resin on the strings
In the Irish Sea the rattlesnake swims
On the feast day of St Patrick, like the poet Valery
A soldier pours a glass of blood red wine into the sea
The sun can never shine through the censorship of clouds
In this city of open secrets and sudden shrouds
And the astors are sinking in the rain
Automatics drown the sound of a distant train
The blind old man's accordion is torn
In the Irish sea the adders swarm
And in a Ballymena farmhouse a widow goes to bits
And sometimes she remembers him and sometimes she just sits
And as for the troubles, don't count us out
Sometimes we're unbiased observers, sometimes louts
While the tiger lilies crumple in the rain
Television drowns the sound of a distant train
The blind man pours the spit from an old trombone
In the Irish Sea the tapeworms twist and turn
The moon is a sergeant major who rises and recruits
In the terraces of Belfast, in the back streets of Beirut
Sitting on a bed while I watch you from behind
Skinny as a child, guilt-free, your face unlined
And the violets are sinking in the rain
Videos drown the sound of a distant train
The blind old man has smashed his violin
In the Irish Sea the vipers swim
Could've been your conscience but I guess that never works
So treat me like an equal till it hurts
I violetti surrendono per te
I canali la torre di Babel
I violini piangono per che
Io sto morendo in questo hotel
I violetti surrendono per te
I canali la torre di Babel
I violini piangono per che
Io sto morendo in questo hotel (1)
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
Di di di di di di di di di di di
Di di di di di di di di di di di
Di di di di di di di di di di di
Da da da da da da da da da da da
Da da ...
The viper flexes, coiling on the vine
And the irises are sinking in the rain
Idiots drown the sound of a distant train
The blind man plays his instrument and sings
In the Irish Sea the ichthyosaurus swims
The Reverend Ian Paisley grabs his god and shouts
The Pope sits in the Vatican and doubts
The generous American is loosening his belt
Savouring his childhood in an after-dinner mint
And the rosebuds are sinking in the rain
Radios drown the sound of a distant train
The blind man's bow leaves resin on the strings
In the Irish Sea the rattlesnake swims
On the feast day of St Patrick, like the poet Valery
A soldier pours a glass of blood red wine into the sea
The sun can never shine through the censorship of clouds
In this city of open secrets and sudden shrouds
And the astors are sinking in the rain
Automatics drown the sound of a distant train
The blind old man's accordion is torn
In the Irish sea the adders swarm
And in a Ballymena farmhouse a widow goes to bits
And sometimes she remembers him and sometimes she just sits
And as for the troubles, don't count us out
Sometimes we're unbiased observers, sometimes louts
While the tiger lilies crumple in the rain
Television drowns the sound of a distant train
The blind man pours the spit from an old trombone
In the Irish Sea the tapeworms twist and turn
The moon is a sergeant major who rises and recruits
In the terraces of Belfast, in the back streets of Beirut
Sitting on a bed while I watch you from behind
Skinny as a child, guilt-free, your face unlined
And the violets are sinking in the rain
Videos drown the sound of a distant train
The blind old man has smashed his violin
In the Irish Sea the vipers swim
Could've been your conscience but I guess that never works
So treat me like an equal till it hurts
I violetti surrendono per te
I canali la torre di Babel
I violini piangono per che
Io sto morendo in questo hotel
I violetti surrendono per te
I canali la torre di Babel
I violini piangono per che
Io sto morendo in questo hotel (1)
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la la
Di di di di di di di di di di di
Di di di di di di di di di di di
Di di di di di di di di di di di
Da da da da da da da da da da da
Da da ...
(1) propongo:
I violetti si arrendono per te
I canali la torre di Babel
I violini piangono perché
Io sto morendo in questo hotel
I violetti si arrendono per te
I canali la torre di Babel
I violini piangono perché
Io sto morendo in questo hotel
Contributed by krzyś Ѡ - 2021/6/25 - 19:44
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Testo e musica di Nicholas Currie vel Momus
Dall'album "The Poison Boyfriend"
Il testo da https://genius.com/Momus-violets-lyrics