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Tytuł: Theatre of the absurd

  • Wykonawca: Ian Hunter
  • Wy¶wietleń: 236

  
   My tea turned seven shades darker
  as I sit 'n' write these words
  and London's gettin' paler
  in my theatre of the absurd.
  You figured for an evening
  and you made it all worthwile.
  It's seldom people have a job
  and even rarer that I smile.
  
  Play me some, play me some,
  play me Brixton power.
  Teach your children to be them
  and never ever ours.
  Play me some, play me some,
  play me Brixton power.
  Someone took the park away
  but they left a lonely flower.
  
  And if your songs be classics,
  throw them to the hurd.
  Truth is where they came from
  and not this theatre of the absurd.
  Some say you wanted to play for me
  but it's only what you've heard
  that made you want to capture me
  in your theatre of the absurd.
  It was not me, I said myself
  and you must do so, too.
  I hope you have the strength to stay
  when I'll be watchin' you.
  
  So baby,
  play me some, play me some,
  play me Brixton power.
  Teach your children to be them
  and never ever ours.
  Play me some, play me some,
  play me Brixton power.
  Someone took the park away
  but they left a lonely flower.
  
  Oh when I got here back home tonight
  something within me stirred.
  Oh it must have been a different kind of play
  that touched my theatre of the absurd.
  Now I'll be on my way alone
  But an interesting thing occurred
  See nobody ever shared too much
  in my theatre of the absurd.
  And there I was back in London,
  thought about history.
  It was just like being in school again
  but I felt something movin' in me.
  Hearin' just a bit of the future,
  oh it's comin' and it's still blurred
  and that's the only thing worth living for
  in my theatre of the absurd.
  
  Come on,
  play me some, play me some,
  play me Brixton power.
  Teach your children to be them
  and never ever ours.
  Oh play me some, play me some,
  play me Brixton power.
  Someone took the park away
  but they left a lonely flower.
  
  (Beautiful)
  Play me some, play me some,
  play me Brixton power.
  Play me some, play me some,
  play me Brixton power.
  (John, come on)
  Play me some, play me some,
  play me Brixton power.
  Oh, play me some, (Come on, Eric) play me some,
  play me Brixton power.
  Oh, play me some, play me some,
  play me Brixton power.