Текст (слова) песни: Church, The - The Disillusionist

In autumn he comes to this town
When the peoples guard is down
On a day like today
Overcast and gray
Bells were all ringing
The birds stopped their singing
The wind caught in the trees
Screaming to be free
He alights from the platform
In his usual uniform
His skin looks like he slept in it
Or had something rotten kept in it
And snakes stir in the thistles
Back of cats neck bristles
`Round vicious lips the fur is stained
The disillusionist is back again
They say that he`s famous from the waist down
But the top half of his body is a corpse
His gold won`t buy him sleep
His poverty runs so deep
In winter he cracks, in summer he warps
Hang around the backstage door
But he knows what you`re waiting for
You rub yourself against his fame
Already ready to bear the blame
He asks you "Did you like my show?"
As if he really wants to know
Then doesn`t wait for your reply
He just pulls you back inside
You`ve started feeling dizzy
It isn`t you or is he
Persuade you mentally
Undress you incidentally
Down the swaying corridor
People you feel sorry for
But when he puts the gaze on you
You`re amazed at what you`ll let him do
He can turn wine into water
Mother against daughter
Juggles busy deadlines
Gets himself off headlines
Surrounded by his minions
Who never have opinions
Performing little tricks for you
Puts it in a fix for you
Smashes your watch with a hammer
Caresses you with camera
And says the magic words
That nobody`s ever heard
Now the slur is fading
Reality all-pervading
It only makes you want him more
It only makes you fawn him more
And he does the Indian rope trick
The one that makes you seasick
And he keeps on filling up your cup
But you keep on filling up
And some of it`s done with mirrors
And some of it`s done with scissors
And some of it`s done with cables
And his hands under the table
It doesn`t matter you want to believe
It doesn`t matter if you have to leave
You won`t escape his orbit
And the things that you must forfeit
And the audience seems familiar
Some of them in particular
Bet you they are his plants
When he plays the game of chance
He reads the minds of jilted girls
And the story really unfurls
Cast a fortune for the man in the suit
Who`s suffering is very acute
There`s a rabbit in his hat
But I thought I smelled a rat

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Church, The - The Disillusionist In autumn he comes to this town When the peoples guard is down On a day like today Overcast and gray Bells were all ringing The birds stopped their singing The wind caught in the trees Screaming to be free He alights from the platform In his usual uniform His skin looks like he slept in it Or had something rotten kept in it And snakes stir in the thistles Back of cats neck bristles `Round vicious lips the fur is stained The disillusionist is back again They say that he`s famous from the waist down But the top half of his body is a corpse His gold won`t buy him sleep His poverty runs so deep In winter he cracks, in summer he warps Hang around the backstage door But he knows what you`re waiting for You rub yourself against his fame Already ready to bear the blame He asks you "Did you like my show?" As if he really wants to know Then doesn`t wait for your reply He just pulls you back inside You`ve started feeling dizzy It isn`t you or is he Persuade you mentally Undress you incidentally Down the swaying corridor People you feel sorry for But when he puts the gaze on you You`re amazed at what you`ll let him do He can turn wine into water Mother against daughter Juggles busy deadlines Gets himself off headlines Surrounded by his minions Who never have opinions Performing little tricks for you Puts it in a fix for you Smashes your watch with a hammer Caresses you with camera And says the magic words That nobody`s ever heard Now the slur is fading Reality all-pervading It only makes you want him more It only makes you fawn him more And he does the Indian rope trick The one that makes you seasick And he keeps on filling up your cup But you keep on filling up And some of it`s done with mirrors And some of it`s done with scissors And some of it`s done with cables And his hands under the table It doesn`t matter you want to believe It doesn`t matter if you have to leave You won`t escape his orbit And the things that you must forfeit And the audience seems familiar Some of them in particular Bet you they are his plants When he plays the game of chance He reads the minds of jilted girls And the story really unfurls Cast a fortune for the man in the suit Who`s suffering is very acute There`s a rabbit in his hat But I thought I smelled a rat Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни The Disillusionist: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/23252.html Все тексты песен: Church, The » Church, The - Essence » Church, The - Towards Sleep » Church, The - Dream » Church, The - Busdriver » Church, The - Tantalized » Church, The - Disenchanted » Church, The - Now I Wonder Why » Church, The - Transient » Church, The - Metropolis » Church, The - Fading Away » Church, The - Magician Among The Spirits » Church, The - Don`t Open The Door To Strangers » Church, The - Night Of Light » Church, The - Don`t Open The Door To Strangers » Church, The - Lost » Church, The - Witch Hunt » Church, The - Fighter Pilot....Korean War » Church, The - Disappear? » Church, The - Mistress » Church, The - All See It Now Рекомендуем скачать: » Эмир Шабашвили - Раковина » Эдуард Гончаров - В конце дороги хочется домой... » Элизиум - Джаз » Эли Дубник - Полуночная » Эмир Шабашвили - Улица Тельмана » Эдуард Гончаров - Что-то шепчет погода мне... » Эдуард Гончаров - Ледник Лекзыр » Эли Бар-Яалом - Воззвание. Пятая песня стражи » Эли Бар-Яалом - Сонет-диагноз » Эли Бар-Яалом - Владимиру Ланцбергу » Эли Бар-Яалом - Опасная профессия » Эли Бар-Яалом - Характеристика » Эли Бар-Яалом - Увертюра к Страшному Суду » Эли Бар-Яалом - Раскопки » Э.Хиль - Пора в путь-дорогу » Эли Бар-Яалом - Отцу » Эпидемия - Всадник из льда » Эли Бар-Яалом - Типа романс » Эльдус Сайфулин - Баллада о Крокодиле » Эли Бар-Яалом - Жалоба
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