Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Violets, artist - Momus. Album song The Poison Boyfriend, in the genre Инди
Date of issue: 09.08.1987
Record label: Cherry Red
Song language: English
Violets |
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 |
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