And there's a tenseness in
the air He turns and says
Don't you know, can't you
feel it "Tell me son, what's the word ?"
Because there's something
hanging there 'Cos you know he can't hear it
Pull back the mist and reveal
it But don't go near it
And even if you fear what
you near It's criticized as too absurd
Don't conceal it Even the
animals fear it
'Cos if what Mama feels is
too real Papa says "Fetch me my flashlight,
son"
She just claims she don't
feel it And she stumbles out the front door
So come out from behind your
bunkers
'Cos the lift-off's been a
bust
Oh Papa's Gone and Mama's
dead
And buried in my rocket dust
You're alone now for the first
time
Don't worry, 'cos that's all
right
All fear will completely disappear
Come the Arabian Night
Well the soundman smiles and
turns the dials
To set the meter readin' rising
He pulls the singer's voice
from out of his pocket
To see if the audience likes
it
Oh and in the very first row
sits sweet Jenny Rue
With a bell on her shoe and
she wants him to make it
He flicks a switch but Jenny
moves too fast
And the audience sways to
the sound of her shotgun blast
The manager comes running
out from behind stage and says
Check the band's arms for
bullet holes
Make that man roll up his
sleeves"
The drummer shoots himself
with cyanide
And then asks to be relieved
And me, I say "Well, it's
too crazy in here
Which is the stage door out,
I gotta get up tomorrow morning for work"
And the promoter says "Man,
once you're in they all lead out
What's the matter man, ain't
you heard ?
There's a war going on on
the outside
And I'm paying you to sing
like a bird
So get in and get tough or
get up and get out
Because things aren't too
tight"
I said "Don't worry, man,
everything's gonna loosen up
Come the Arabian Night"
Come the Arabian Night
So I get back in my bed
But outside my window I hear
another gang fight
It's Duke and the boys against
the Devil's best man
And both sides have drawn
their knives
And Duke he's a well-known
knife-fighter
And with one quick jab he
brings the Devil down
He smiles 'cos he knows there's
a high bounty on Devils
In any God-fearin' town
Well they say Duke sold the
Devil to some priest in Pennsylvania
To exhibit on his altar Christmas
Night
But the Devil's eyes they
still burn red with fire
As long as Duke walks upright
And he swears there's a going
to be a showdown
Come sundown on the Arabia
Marco Giunco |
Work | Basket | Music | Words |