A painter's waiting for the show
what's he to see
A poet's waiting tor a film
what's he to taste
Clouds of metal cover Ihe sky
they're movin' fast - they're rushing by
hurrying through the latenight-show
velocity makes the moment glow
Pirates and gamblers are taking the harbour
the gentlemen already left the stage
wine and rum and dirty hands and faces
grab for the might- right by the night
I'm like a deaf-jailed in a skin of rubber
see like a blind what's on my mind
swimming across the lake of origin
clingin' to the last cloud that's left in the sky
Pirates and gamblers are taking the harbour
the gentlemen already left the stage
wine and rum and dirty hands and faces
grab for the might - right by the night
Noone gets inspiration ol this
slow corrupted ana motionless mess
newsreports on state of the fall
all got phones but noone to call
jets and trains and noone escapes
trips to pain - knights without brain
tricks to gain the most - the main
A gambler's waiting for a dime ...
What's he to gain