Violets-Momus

[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 [04:15.38]La la la la la la la la la la la [04:19.86]La la la la la la la la la la la [04:23.90]La la la la la la la la la la la [04:29.98]Di di di di di di di di di di di [04:35.89]Di di di di di di di di di di di [04:39.73]Di di di di di di di di di di di [04:45.59]Da da da da da da da da da da da