Canciones más populares de David J
Créditos
PERFORMING ARTISTS
David J Haskins
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David J.
Composer
Letras
They say that there's a broken light for every heart on Broadway
They say that life's a game, then they take the board away
They give you masks and costumes and an outline of the story
Then leave you all to improvise their vicious cabaret
In no longer pretty cities, there are fingers in the kitties
There are warrants, forms, and chitties and a jackboot on the stair
Sex and death and human grime, in monochrome for one thin dime
At least the trains all run on time, but they don't go anywhere
Facing their responsibilities, either on their backs or on their knees
There are ladies who just simply freeze and dare not turn away
And the widows that refuse to cry will be dressed in garter and bow-tie
And be taught to kick their legs up high in this vicious cabaret
At last, the 1998 show
The ballet on the burning stage
The documentary seen
Upon the fractured screen
The dreadful poem scrawled upon the crumpled page
There's a policeman with an honest soul that has seen whose head is on the pole
He grunts and fills his briar bowl with a feeling of unease
He briskly frisks the torn remains for a fingerprint or crimson stains
And endeavours to ignore the chins that he walks in to his knees
But his master in the dark nearby inspects the hands with brutal eye
That have never brushed a lover's thigh, but have squeezed a nation's throat
He hungers in his secret dreams for the harsh embrace of cruel machines
His lover is not what she seems, and she will not leave a note
At last, the 1998 show
The situation tragedy
Grand opera slick with soap
Cliffhangers with no hope
The water colour in the flooded gallery
There's a girl who'll push but will not shove, and she's desperate for her father's love
Believes the hand beneath the glove is one she needs to hold
Though she doubts her host's moralities, she decides she is more at ease
In the land of doing as you please than outside in the cold
The backdrops peel and the sets give way and the cast get eaten by the play
There's a murderer at the Matinée, there are dead men in the aisles
The patrons and the actors too are uncertain if the show is through
Side long looks await their cue but the frozen mask just smiles
At last, the 1998 show
The torch song no one ever sings
The curfew chorus line
The comedy divine
The bulging eyes of puppets strangled by their strings
There's thrills and chills and girls galore, sing-songs and surprises
And something here for everyone (reserve your seat today)
There's mischief and malarkie's but no queers or yid's or darkies
Within this bastard's carnival, this vicious cabaret!
Writer(s): David Jay
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