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Leitch |
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The actor, the actor, the actor. |
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I lived a life and cast myself a role |
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I played a part of my own devising |
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I played it well, too well for healthy soul |
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Believing in my fantasizing. |
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When all around me cheered and chanted |
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I took the accolade |
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I sold the lonely loser's wisdom |
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Of clay and wattle made |
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Of clay and wattle made. |
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The actor, the actor, the actor. |
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My character he loved the crowded nights |
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The easy pleasures of the rise to fame |
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The hardest acting still was yet to come |
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As high he rise, as far he fall again. |
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When all around me cheered and chanted |
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I played the masquerade |
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The teeny girls, they screamed and panted |
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Too many bows he made |
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Too many bows he made. |
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The actor, the actor, the actor. |
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After a while the show came off the road |
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Settling down for the very first time |
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Man in the mirror with his make-up off |
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Gone from his lip, the sad magical rhyme. |
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No more around him cheered and chanted |
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He shun the big parade |
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Now he sounding weird and slanted |
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A slave of his trade |
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A slave of his trade. |
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The actor, the actor, the actor. |
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Phoenix he rises from the cleansing flame |
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Shedding the skin of past pretending |
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Fully awakened, he cast off his frown |
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Happily naked, uncontending. |
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And all around him cheering, chanting |
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A wiser fool is he |
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The teeny kids in new wave ranting |
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Slum heroes to be. |
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And all around him cheering, chanting |
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A wiser fool is he |
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The teeny kids in new wave ranting |
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Slum heroes to be |
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Slum heroes to be. |
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The actor, the actor, the actor. |