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(Written By Cohen, In "Night Magic")

(Frank & Louis) Are you still here? are you waiting for?
lives to change? An oracle to speak?
Some version of the matador
Who toward the bull his other cheek
And you with a torn physique?
Some in pyjamas dancing lewd
Trablinka waltzes, while freak
Hangs himself to your mood
And up your putrid solitude?

(Michael) My drummer is the one I trust
Let the go rolling through the night
And let them pulverise my deep
With thunder, whips and dynamite
The man of sticks and skins is right.
I found him near the
Humiliated, for a fight.
I wrote the of honour on a drum
O drummer tell the people why come!

O to him and his saxophone

(Frank & Louis) Our musical genital

(Michael) He's very well with his golden horn
He'd like to be standing out here
The on his hands, his mouth, and his bone.

(Frank & Louis) So your solo now and loose your way
In every fingered and brassy groan...
You'll soon to choke on what you play

(Michael) choking now exactly as I say!

(Michael, Frank As for the deeper in the hall
& Louis) Annointed ones and different
orgy doesn't satisfy at all
Who loathe the argument

(Frank & Louis) It is to such as you he was sent.

(Michael) I the loyalties that insist
You burn a child or a president
Or tattoo numbers on a woman's
I the sorrow of the good idealist.

It is to such as you that I was
To directly to your deepest shame
And the fires of experiment
And burn all in the flame --
I claim you now, I claim you in the
Of that which you have never done
And having done it be the same.
The victim be smitten on his sore.
The one shall have a visitor.

(Michael, Frank We heard drummer, do not think we missed
& Louis) subtle derivation from the beat

(Michael) I established with an iron fist
A years ago, a small deceit
To be enlarged until you have
of the mood and the atmosphere --
Your crooked time my defeat --
Now all instruments must disappear
And on your traitor's pursue your
career!