The Actor

I lived a life and cast myself a role

I played a part of my own devising

I played it well, too well for healthy soul

Believing in my fantasizing

When all around me cheered and chanted

I took the accolade

I sold the lonely loser's wisdom

Of clay and wattle made

Of clay and wattle made.

The Actor



My character he loved the crowded nights

The easy pleasures of the rise to fame

The hardest acting still was yet to come

As high he rise, as far he fall again.

When all around me cheered and chanted

I played the masquerade

The teeny girls they screamed and panted

Too many bows he made

Too many bows he made.

The Actor



After a while the show came off the road

Settling down for the very first time

Man in the mirror with his make-up off

Gone from his lip the sad magical rhyme

No more around him cheered and chanted

He shun the big parade

Now he sounding weird and slanted

A slave of his trade

A slave of his trade.

The Actor



Phoenix he rises from the cleansing flame

Shedding the skin of past pretending

Fully awakened he cast off his frown

Happily naked uncontending

And all around him cheering, chanting

A wiser fool is he

The teeny kids in new wave ranting

Slum heroes to be

Slum heroes to be.

The Actor