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Laughter on his breath
The smell of fish clandestine hits
The thief he will aspire
To take the piece that he desires

Contempt for the rest
Know his past and second guess
Still it's on his shirt
The telltale signs with which he flirts

And it's on the radio today
Ringing in your ears it's in the way

He won't be coming out today
From the void into the fray
From a broken egg the storm is born today

Eyes blind with rage
The deep caress of hell to pay

She is all the world to all of me
She is fascination clandestine

She is burning now
Brilliant flames from off the bow
He is on the deck
Sailing towards untouched points west

She will return
Deep within our veins
We'll add it to our tab and wash away

She is now omnipotent to me
Everywhere in all i think and see
And it's on the radio today
Ringing in your ears it's in the way

I wonder what she'd say
But her face is just a memory
And she hasn't got the new york times to read
If may could see today

If may could speak today
I know just what she's say
To lots of folks you may be a saint
But a death threat still makes you feel faint

If may could speak today
But the worms just eat away
What may was yesterday

The vivian girls are the chosen ones
The vivian girls are the chosen ones
The vivian girls are the chosen ones
The vivian girls are the chosen ones
The chosen ones

Did you see them fly?
Yes it was up, over the town
Way up in the sky?
Toppling down
Toppling down
Toppling down
Toppling down

The vivian girls are the chosen ones
The vivian girls are the chosen ones
The vivian girls are the chosen ones
The vivian girls are the chosen ones
The chosen ones

Where did they come down?
Not far away, down by the bay
Was it from his touch?
No one can say
No one can say
No one can say
No one can say

The vivian girls are the chosen ones
The vivian girls are the chosen ones
The vivian girls are the chosen ones
The vivian girls are the chosen ones
The chosen ones

Standing on pedestals out in the sun
The melting continues, it's barely begun
Nobody knows what will happen one day
The ice 'round the vivian girls melts away

I was cross-eyed, stoned and painless
My pulse was up my eyes were red
My visions, situations, feelings
Hung on my lips and burned me up
And 18 hours spent asleep
Could not help me from thinking that
I had somehow managed to fool myself
I had missed the point while puttin' 'em back

I can't help from thinking
As my heart keeps beating
Of what i'd love to do
To strip the flesh that hides these bones
Bare my soul without a sound
Burn my brain, lay waste to fear
Though i won't live that many years
And i can't shed that many tears

Claustrophobic, paranoid
Laughing at my routine cares
The charade of my brilliant life
Had drawn a crowd these last few years
As i entertain my audience,
The stage was torn by all i knew
Who took me to the moon above
Wrapped my soul in linen cloth

I can't help from thinking
As my heart keeps beating
If i was jesus christ
And all the things i'd love to know
Why i feel the way i do,
And what it means to be alive
And make yourself a sacrifice
To never have to live a lie

You take yourself so seriously
You're dressed in black but your soul is green
You've got an understanding of the world
That's only based on what you've seen
And if you'd just admit to yourself
That it's not such an awful place
The grim facade that hides your mind
May yet reveal a smiling face

I can't help from thinking
As my heart keeps beating
Of what i'd love to do
Locked away just me and you
If you can only see me through
And see what we could make it to
Forget the things that need no proof
And see the world with eyes of fools

Lost in a paperback rain
Picking through books that you won't read again
Keeping your promises vague
Lost in the crowd in the circus parade

Keeping your polaroids dry
Delirious fevers burn night after night
The cryptic malaise that you're in
The art that may come of it i'd recommend

To focus attention on books you might write
Ripped off from diaries, kept out of sight
The evidence you hide

Keeping your bed warm at night
It's not an illusion it glows very bright
With the young coal the fire is fed
Who you keep with you is best left unsaid

On finding particular friends
Remember that all moral fiber will bend
To put them in letters you burn as you write
Seen in reflections and not with your eyes
Cultivating lies

Swell surging forwards
Eroding the land
A test of your patience
A test of your hands

The presence of angels
A pall of thick smoke
On this table spill memories
Deceptions and jokes

Down on this beach
From the irish sea
The lusitanian
Goes ...

Memories come back to you
From faces on walls
The faces of friends
That might have lied to us all

Visions of yesterday
Go back through the years
Back to creation
With the exception of fear

Down on this beach
From the cold north sea
The ghosts of ... land
Sing out to me

Down on this beach
From the baltic sea
We will dance on islands
Like we are diseased

Down on the sand will come a thought that will mark
A place in your conscience, a scratch in your heart
Hope here is random, survival is sure
Your trascendence expected, so be reassured