SCENE 1:
THE INAUGURAL GALA. THE PRESIDENT MINGLES WITH INVITED GUESTS,
CELEBRATING HIS ASCENDANCE TO POWER. HE IS ALL TOO AWARE OF THE
SUSPICION CONCERNING HIS ACTIONS WHILE WORKING PREVIOUS LOWER PROFILE
JOBS IN THE CAPITAL, BUT THE WHEELS ARE GREASED, AND NO QUESTIONS ARE
PRESSED TOO DEEPLY.
SCENE 2:
THE CONSPIREIST AT HOME, PREPARING HER RADIO SHOW. SHE DILIGENTLY
FARMS THROUGH A HUGE VOLUME OF DISPARATE NEWS SOURCES TO FORM HER
THEORIES, BROADCASTING THEM MIDDAY TO A FERVENT AUDIENCE.
SCENE 3:
A CARGO SHIP CARRYING AN UNDISCLOSED PAYLOAD LEAVES FOR ITS RETURN
VOYAGE HOME. THE CAPTAIN OF THE SHIP STANDS IN QUIET CONTEMPLATION ON
THE BRIDGE, DETERMINED TO SEE HIS CARGO REACH ITS DESTINATION. HE'S
BEEN PAID TOO WELL TO BLOW IT.
SCENE 4:
THE CONSPIREIST'S AUDIENCE TUNES IN DAILY, GRADUALLY OVERWHELMED BY
THE SIZE AND THE DEPTHS OF HER REVELATIONS. THE REALIZATIONS ARE
TEMPERED BY TIME AND DISINFORMATION, RENDERING THE AUDIENCE HELPLESS.
THEY ARE ADDICTED TO INFORMATION.
SCENE 5:
THE CONSPIREIST SUDDENLY DIES AFTER WHAT IS REVEALED TO BE A LONG
FIGHT WITH CANCER. SHE BECOMES A MARTYR TO HER FAITHFUL, CONFIRMING
THEIR ABSTRACT FEARS OF REPRESSION, AND THEY EXPECT THE WORST. THE
WAITING CONTINUES.
(instrumental)
THE VIVIAN GIRLS
The vivian girls are the chosen ones
Did you see them fly?
The vivian girls are the chosen ones
Where did they come down?
The vivian girls are the chosen ones
Standing on pedestals out in the sun
ALL IN GOOD TIME
Paint a picture, let it dry
It is a penny for your thoughts my boy
From day to day
Like a fatal mistake
Pain and fury, tension ...
It is a quarter for your dream old man
VOODOO VENGEANCE
Well she was tired and 22
Got me a rabbit for supper
Voodoo vengeance
Trace little curlicues (track the little cutie-coo? -EC version)
I sprinkle rabbit guts all over her face
Voodoo vengeance
Take a little brown rice
Now nobody can hear me (can crack ...)
Voodoo vengeance
TASTE OF TENDON
I was cross-eyed, stoned and painless
I can't help from thinking
Claustrophobic, paranoid
I can't help from thinking
You take yourself so seriously
I can't help from thinking
TRAPPED
Trapped
... familiar
Trapped
Walking on tightropes
Trapped
Trapped by my point of view
THE EVIDENCE YOU HIDE
Lost in a paperback rain
Keeping your Polaroids dry
To focus attention on books you might write
Keeping your bed warm at night
On finding particular friends
UNEXPLAINED MURDERS
Don't you know I'm not the kind that's that easy
THE BEACH OF DECEPTION
Swell surging forwards
The presence of angels
Down on this beach
Memories come back to you
Visions of yesterday
Down on this beach
Down on this beach
Down on the sand will come a thought that will mark
BROADCAST AT MIDDAY
Laughter on his breath
Contempt for the rest
And it's on the radio today
He won't be coming out today
Eyes blind with rage
She is all the world to all of me
She is burning now
She will return
She is now omnipotent to me
I wonder what she'd say
If May could speak today
If May could speak today
The vivian girls are the chosen ones
The vivian girls are the chosen ones
The vivian girls are the chosen ones
The chosen ones
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 chosen ones
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 chosen ones
The melting continues, it's barely begun
Nobody knows what will happen one day
The ice 'round the vivian girls melts away
Check your thoughts and speak now of us
Look how you worry, pacing all around the place
Feel now the intuition in the air
[Dreaming] thoughts, they move us so well
Tell me all that you know
You curious colorful creature, won't you show
When you live and you wake
The ... of tawdry ...
Indecision is a razor
All in good time we throw our options out the window
All in good time we go driving off the road
Balance, glory, triumph and pain
... the poetry of memory
You know that everything we had was real
Drifting away and still gaining speed
Knowing all that you know
... the place the world has left you
Fighting for your hopes that fade away
Lost in this swamp
Laughing ... cheatin' shirt
What's that she's got?
I'm making chicken up
Don't touch my gun
I sip ground glass
Voodoo death
Squeakin' rats they run from the voodoo house
All across the bayou
They'll put a lot of men in prison
For the things I want to do
Stomp on it with my feet
Better give me what's mine or I'll take it
Voodoo death
Squeakin' rats they run from the voodoo house
Add a little water
Threw in some ground glass, that was her vengeance
I'm lost in the swamp
Naked in my bed
All covered in blood
Voodoo death
Squeakin' rats they run from the voodoo house
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
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
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
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'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
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
A game of roulette
A marble and wheel
Revolver and steel
While down on his luck
A grimacing drunk
He spins on his axis
On top of the table
Espousing his views
Removed it may come to you
How your contempt is renewed
The train of thought running here
Makes me see all too clear
How I'm like everyone I can remember I knew
Supply and demand
Mathematics and facts
Computing revealed
The secret's concealed
Displaced of its day
The weight of an age
A hideous scheme
Horizons of steel
They're lost in my neighborhood
Long streets I know very well
Wandering aimlessly, wavering endlessly
Leaving today for the next town that gets in the way
By fear in my voice
I struggle to speak
I struggle to reach
That tone in your voice
The onset of fear
It spins like the world
As is everything near
Just from breathing the air
Locked in a waiting room where we are smothered desire
Lost in a notebook who's heartstrings sing out to you
Coming to terms with the slow spiteful passing of years
Picking through books that you won't read again
Keeping your promises vague
Lost in the crowd in the circus parade
Delirious fevers burn night after night
The cryptic malaise that you're in
The art that may come of it I'd recommend
Ripped off from diaries, kept out of sight
The evidence you hide
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
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
Eroding the land
A test of your patience
A test of your hands
A pall of thick smoke
On this table spill memories
Deceptions and jokes
From the Irish Sea
The Lusitanian
Goes ...
From faces on walls
The faces of friends
That might have lied to us all
Go back through the years
Back to creation
With the exception of fear
From the cold North sea
The ghosts of ... land
Sing out to me
From the Baltic Sea
We will dance on islands
Like we are diseased
A place in your conscience, a scratch in your heart
Hope here is random, survival is sure
Your trascendence expected, so be reassured
The smell of fish clandestine hits
The thief he will aspire
To take the piece that he desires
Know his past and second guess
Still it's on his shirt
The telltale signs with which he flirts
Ringing in your ears it's in the way
From the void into the fray
From a broken egg the storm is born today
The deep caress of hell to pay
She is fascination clandestine
Brilliant flames from off the bow
He is on the deck
Sailing towards untouched points west
Deep within our veins
We'll add it to our tab and wash away
Everywhere in all I think and see
And it's on the radio today
Ringing in your ears it's in the way
But her face is just a memory
And she hasn't got the New York Times to read
If May could see 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
But the worms just eat away
What May was yesterday
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