Vital/Van der Graaf Live
Ship of FoolsThe captain's in a coma, the lieutenant's on a drunk;the owner's in his cabin with his special friend, the monk; the midget's on the bridge, dispensing platitudes and junk - those wild and special places, those strange and dangerous places, those sad, sweet faces, it's a Ship of Fools.
The nurse in black seamed stockings, she's already on patrol
Run, rabbit, run, you're the only one
Looking for logic and adventure Mirror ImagesIf I'm the mirror and you're the imagethen what's the secret between the two, these 'me's and 'you's, how many can there be? Oh, I don't mind all that around the place, as long as you keep it well away from me.
I've begun to regret that we ever met
And now I'm standing in the corner,
Still, I reflect, this nervous wreck
And now we're going to the kitchen,
These mirror images,
In these mirror images of myself UrbanSometimes living for the momentsometimes going with the flow sometimes professing to be an exponent of the quiet life while night life surrounds me I sit and go crazy alone too many people and too little action too much exterior acting too little inside yet I still feel that mani attraction I've lived in the city for most of my life and suppose I'll be there when I die still going through the same old motions still qualifying everything I say responding urbanely to every emotion the city life freaks me the city life feeds me the city life blows me away |
Sci-FinanceYou got some shares in a speculative venture,you got some stock in a gilt-edged bond, you stretched out tight by the terms of debenture, the game is on.... You chase the bulls in eternal corrida, the thought of loss is more than you can bear, you scan the index for a market leader, a tip and a prayer, You better see daylight: night comes on the City so soon. You say you are a christian capitalist, but you dance to a different tune.
Jobs for the boys and dole for the shop-floor;
Only the money.
Sometime in the future you may realise that the day
But that deal includes you:
Clever money-computers chatter privately. Only the money. DoorHe's a blind man, crouching by the pavement,only seeing with his third eye, and clutching at the astral shadow of every passer-by. He's a wise man, trumping all the answers; she's a wild girl, trying to keep his feet on the floor in whispered physical litanies: "Stay away from the door." "Oh, but we're all in this together," he says, "three-legged race across the floor; if only you'd loosen the handkerchief then I'd forget the door." "Ooh, that feels so much better," he says, "now you forget everything that I've said before and sit there all by yourself while I walk through the door."
They're a blind man, crouching by the pavement, Nadir's Big ChanceI've been hanging around, waiting for my chanceto tell you what I think about the music that's gone down to which you madly danced - frankly, you know that it stinks. I'm gonna scream, gonna shout, gonna play my guitar until your body's rigid and you see stars.
Look at all the jerks in their tinsel glitter suits.
Now's my big break - let me up on the stage,
Smash the system with the song! |