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Vien
The First Letter
This is the first letter from the horse's mouth
There's trouble up north, a skirmish down south
The people of the east are heading out west
And those without shelter are hoping for the best
This is the first letter, positions have changed
The opposition's HQ is now within range
Cities retaken are put to the torch
Snowfall in the mountains, supplies are running short
This is the first letter, a motion's been passed
Cease-fire in operation, how long can it last?
There's nothing in the market, the embargo's enforced
Except if you're shipping guns of course
This is the first letter under a daytime raid
Prisoners of war are put on display
Geneva convention's a Time/Life away
Sanctions are broken, violate the blockade
Sexy and Rich (Janet)
I have this itch
To press the switch
To turn it on
To make you rich
Rich, rich, sexy and rich
I had a wish
And it came true
To turn you off
To make you view
You, you, me and you
I'll close your eyes
We're almost there
I am true
And you are rare
Rare, rare, you really care
Close you're eyes, I'm (we're) almost there
You, you, it's only you
It's (you're) true, true
So And Slow It Grows
Nice From Here
Don't much mind what's overhead
Underground or left unsaid
Institutions leave me cold
I always hated half-time calls
Retribution I don't need
Yet another mouth to feed
Just a sail in the wind
The view's quite nice from here
What do you like?
The view's quite nice
Quite nice from here
Eastern lies and western tries
Without much sense of history
Not perverse, they laugh by half
To hack it all to bits again
Opinionates and pessimists
The never-loved and never-missed
Left with little left to say
But who was listening anyway?
Evolution runs its course
And here we are with just one horse
Sailing on the wind
The view's quite nice from here
Dripping a tailplane
Feeling a chill in my bones
Flapping on a sine wave
Thinking it's time to explode
Life in the Manscape
Who has Nine?
[Shotput by burial today it hurts?]
Work on ethics, champagne to inject
Mascara ha-ha's make up memorials
Retouched pictorials, (it's) a cover-up job
View of the park
Up in lights
Scared of the dark
With worries clinic, sold out and [stolen?]
The face-lift is falling as the curtain comes down
Has-been revivals with co-star attractions
Knee-jerk reactions, the bouquet is accepted
View of the park
Up in time
Safe in the dark
The sleeping partners were just like brothers
Different mothers without a father in sight
Sing song torture, preview distress
Supplement [distress?], dead sea car
Up and tied
No other spark
Up and tied
(Who's) Scared of the dark
Up in lights
View of the park
Up in lights
Afraid of the dark
Gravity Worship
[tabulated by qwerty@cmu.edu]
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The suspend belief
And manpower to try
Draws an even crowd
I decide [it's allowed?]
But without wings
It is divine [but to hope for a spin?]
Gravity dictates
And worship defines
[The tide to plan?]
[This is the holy?]
[The streets are clipper?]
[Follows their problem?]
[?]
Bastard [dieters?]
Reach for their chair
Empty white-fisted
Bumbling rushers
Diving in baskets
They bury their treasure
The journey's curtailed
They [better believe?] the horizon
The journey's curtailed
They [better believe?] the horizon
It's not in the brochure
The perspective has [fallen?]
