Peter Hammill - Film Noir Lyrics
He casts himself as an adventurer,all foot on floor and hell for leather;She never told him what he meant to her-Perhaps that's for the better.She's never clearly seen dividing linesbetween real life and parts she's chosen,confuses character and rising sign,sex and emotions.She waits in the caravan at the side of the setfor the scene with her leading manthat he'll not forget...Things get crazy on locationand they had their little swing,only yesterday he told herthat it didn't mean a thing.Chorus:She's in love with the hero of the moviebut she's lost herself on some dark trip;she's in love with being in the movie.Call for action!This is it:The method actress and the shooting script.So she waits in the caravanfor the film's final sceneand her love/hate for the action manwill fill the silver screen....On the dresser is the pistol,in the chamber are the blanks,in her pocket are the bullets,with his name upon the shanksChorus
