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Текст (слова) песни: Jethro Tull - The Chequered Flag (Dead Or Alive)
The disc brakes drag,
the chequered flag sweeps across the oil-slick track.
The young man`s home; dry as a bone.
His helmet off, he waves: the crowd waves back.
One lap victory roll. Gladiator soul.
The taker of the day in winning has to say,
Isn`t it grand to be playing to the stand,
dead or alive.
The sunlight streaks through the curtain cracks,
touches the old man where he sleeps.
The nurse brings up a cup of tea ---
two biscuits and the morning paper mystery.
The hard road`s end, the white god`s-send
is nearer everyday, in dying the old man says,
Isn`t it grand to be playing to the stand,
dead or alive.
The still-born child can`t feel the rain
as the chequered flag falls once again.
The deaf composer completes his final score.
He`ll never hear the sweet encore.
The chequered flag, the bull`s red rag,
the lemming-hearted hordes
running ever faster to the shore singing,
Isn`t it grand to be playing to the stand,
dead or alive.
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