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Van Der Graaf Generator Vital Live

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

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

'Unreal, unreal' ghost helmsmen scream and fall in through the sky, not breaking through my seagull shrieks... no breaks until I die: the spectres scratch

Still waiting for my saviour, storms tear me limb from limb; my fingers feel like seaweed... I'm so far out I'm too far in. I am a lonely man, my solitude

no time I know that there's no rhyme... false signs find me I don't want to hate, I just want to grow; why can't I let me live and be free? but I die

Lighthouses might house the key but can I reach the door? I want to walk on the sea so that I may better find a shore... but how can I ever keep my

Where is the God that guides my hand? How can the hands of others reach me? When will I find what I grope for? Who is going to teach me? I am me / me

So you live in the bottom of the sea, and you kill all that come near you .... but you are very lonely, because all the other fish fear you ..... And