Vivian Prince

Pochette de l'album Rage Before Beauty.

Un hommage au premier des batteurs fous, le seul et unique Vivian St. John Prince.

Paroles

Somewhere in the distant past, love from [???] lit the star
Harry Prince’s son and heir, London town he made his [???]
Seventy at Chester Street, did take just one [???] or two
[???] sitting round your feet, never really had a clue

[???] understand, is nice this time of year
[???] Vivian, do your fear the fee?
Vivian Prince

Fateful [Marion?] in the night, shooting like a wounded star
She just wouldn’t go to bed, even though your [???] didn’t [???]
Leaving on an airplane, New Zealand seems so close
Coming back the other way, Vivian, you look just like a ghost
Vivian Prince, Vivian Prince, Vivian Prince, Vivian Prince

The late… Dick Taylor

Ridin’ back in Brian’s car, comin’ home late one night
Hidden under a rubber mat, [???]
[???] holding back the light
[???] have been feelin’ tight
[???] like a Christian, drag me for the dawn
So I had to say to you, « Vivian, is our friendship gone? »
Vivian Prince, Vivian Prince, Vivian Prince, Vivian Prince
Vivian Prince, Vivian Prince, Vivian Prince, Skip Alan
Vivian Prince, Vivian Prince, Vivian Prince, Vivian Prince
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