Из альбома: Folkémon
Have you heard the one 'bout when a most unlucky fella,
Went visiting a fair-ground for to see a fortune-teller?
She said;
"Of all the palms I've read - yours is by far the worst
I'm duty-bound to tell you,
You've been well-and-truly cursed"
Ill-fated was my selfless quest
Blind-faith a grave mistake
I'd strived to do my very best,
To serve a dream quite fake
Just one more hapless sacrifice,
Spilt tears in full-flood
Ingenuous I've paid their price
Not all vampires suck blood!
[Chorus:]
Gazed into a crystal-ball and watched it's surface crack
When I cut the Tarot deck; Death lay there grinning back
I've been here many times before; again the joke's on me
I know the score, but Deja-Vu ain't what it used to be
*O well for him that lives at ease
With garnered gold in wide domain,
Nor heeds the splashing of the rain,
The crashing down of forest trees
*O well for him who ne'er hath known
The travail of the hungry years,
A father grey with grief and tears,
A mother weeping all alone
To tread an unshared path alone,
Was my lot from the start
So seldom fleeting solace known,
By this rent, careworn heart
Watch the stand-up tragedy;
Famous for fifteen minutes
I glimpsed my future and decree,
Saw dearth of purpose in it
[Chorus:]
Gazed into a crystal-ball and watched it's surface crack
When I cut the Tarot deck; Death lay there grinning back
I've been here many times before; again the joke's on me
I know the score, but Deja-Vu ain't what it used to be
*But well for him whose foot hath trod
The weary road of toil and strife,
Yet from the sorrows of his life
Builds ladders to be nearer God
[* - Taken from the verse "Cry woe, woe and let the good prevail" By Oscar Wilde]