The captain's in a coma, the lieutenant's
on a drunk;
the owner's in his cabin with his special
friend, the monk;
the midget's on the bridge, dispensing
platitudes and junk--
those wild and special places,
those strange and dangerous places,
those sad, sweet faces,
it's a Ship of Fools.
The nurse in black seamed stockings, she's
already on patrol
for fake fur starlets panicked by the
watering-hole;
everybody's waiting for the drama to unfold
in those cold and treasured places,
those old and degenerate places;
those posed, posed, empty faces
it's a Ship of Fools.
Run, rabbit, run, you're the only one
that can do it;
turn, baby, turn, there's a ring of fire
and you've got to go through it.
Fun, baby, fun, when the sands have run
to the limit
turn, baby, turn, there's a ring of fire
and you're in it.
Looking for logic and adventure down the dark end of the street,
open city, open season, open lips that
gleam so sweet
offer kisses like piranhas to the soft
flesh of your feet,
and any man's poison is every man's meat
in those mad and special places,
those sad and desparate places,
those sad, sweet soul embraces,
it's a Ship of Fools
Those strange and special places
those wild and dangerous places,
those dead, dead, dead faces....
It's a Ship of Fools;
no rules.
Still Life [Still
Life]
Last Frame [The
Quite Zone and The Pleasure Dome]
Mirror Images [Ph7]
Medley: Plague / Sleepwalkers
[Pawn Hearts] [Godbluff]
Pioneers Over c [H
To He Who Am The Only One]
Sci-Finance [In
a Forein Town]
Door
He's a blind man, crouching by the pavement,
only seeing with his third eye,
and clutching at the astral shadow
of every passer-by.
He's a wise man, trumping all the answers;
she's a wild girl, trying to keep his
feet on the floor
in whispered physical litanies:
"Stay away from the door."
"Oh, but we're all in this together," he
says,
"three-legged race across the floor;
if only you'd loosen the handkerchief
then I'd forget the door."
"Ooh, that feels so much better," he says,
"now you forget everything that I've said
before
and sit there all by yourself
while I walk through the door."
They're a blind man, crouching by the pavement,
only seeing with his third eye,
and clutching at the astral shadow
of the door of a room
called 'I'.
Urban
Sometimes living for the moment
sometimes going with the flow
sometimes professing to be an exponent
of the quiet life
while night life
surrounds me I sit
and go crazy alone
too many people and too little action
too much exterior acting too little inside
yet I still feel that manic attraction
I've lived in the city for most of my
life
and suppose I'll be there when I die
still going through the same old motions
still qualifying everything I say
responding urbanely to every emotion
the city life freaks me
the city life feeds me
the city life blows me away
Nadir's Big Chance [Nadir's
Big Chance]
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