Screams of Recognition
When the shouting have
All died out
And there is no one
On stage
To watch me
The lights are low
The music faded
I am alone.......
And so afraid
That the whole
Damn thing
Will disappear overnight
To leave me
In a mess within myself
No more fan mails
To arrive at my doorstep
By the hundred thousands
When the party is long ended
And the house is
All quiet and dark,
There’ll be no more
Laughter
From the good times
Nor dances along
With the orchestral setting,
I find myself to be thinking
And wondering when
All this shall part
Before my very eyes
I see only ugliness
In a season of pain
Senseless reasons
For sell-out performances
We all act the way
Of the fools
But only one fool
Shall stand out
To claim the asylum
I believe that i am
Talking about me
And the fate
That has numbered
They days of my fame.....
When the screams of recognition
Quiet down into a whimper
And the shrieks of adulation
Turn into a mock
Of a whisper,
They will remember me,
As the man
In the padded cell
Who has lost all his senses
And as the years travel
So fast,
My name they will question
For then, no one mentions
I know i will cry the
Tears of regret
When the screams of recognition
And the shrieks of adulation
Are but mumbles in the dust
On the walls of the shadows
Of no tomorrows....
For: Wallace Reid
1995
All died out
And there is no one
On stage
To watch me
The lights are low
The music faded
I am alone.......
And so afraid
That the whole
Damn thing
Will disappear overnight
To leave me
In a mess within myself
No more fan mails
To arrive at my doorstep
By the hundred thousands
When the party is long ended
And the house is
All quiet and dark,
There’ll be no more
Laughter
From the good times
Nor dances along
With the orchestral setting,
I find myself to be thinking
And wondering when
All this shall part
Before my very eyes
I see only ugliness
In a season of pain
Senseless reasons
For sell-out performances
We all act the way
Of the fools
But only one fool
Shall stand out
To claim the asylum
I believe that i am
Talking about me
And the fate
That has numbered
They days of my fame.....
When the screams of recognition
Quiet down into a whimper
And the shrieks of adulation
Turn into a mock
Of a whisper,
They will remember me,
As the man
In the padded cell
Who has lost all his senses
And as the years travel
So fast,
My name they will question
For then, no one mentions
I know i will cry the
Tears of regret
When the screams of recognition
And the shrieks of adulation
Are but mumbles in the dust
On the walls of the shadows
Of no tomorrows....
For: Wallace Reid
1995