Flick Of A Trick - Dexter Gordon

Bored of the life in the city of gold He'd left and let nobody know Gone were the towers he had known from a child Alone with the dream of a life He travelled the wide open road The blinkered arcade In search of another to share in his life. Nowhere Everyone looked so strange to him. They've got no horns and they've got no tail They don't even know of our existence. Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold That lies in the deep distance, he cried And wept as they led him away to a cage Beast that can talk, read the sign. The creatures they pushed and they prodded his frame And questioned his story again. But soon they grew bored of their prey The beast that can talk? More like a freak or publicity stunt. Oh No. They've got no horns and they've got no tail They don't even know of our existence. Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold That lies in the deep distance, he cried And broke down the door of the cage and marched on out. He grabbed a creature by the scruff of his neck, pointing out: There, beyond the bounds of your weak imagination Lie the noble towers of my city, bright and gold. Let me take you there, show you a living story Let me show you others such as me Why did I ever leave? They've got no horns and they've got no tail They don't even know of our existence Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold That lies in the deep distance, he cried And wept. And so we set out with the beast and his horns And his crazy description of home. After many days journey we came to a peak Where the beast gazed abroad and cried out. We followed his gaze and we thought that maybe we saw A spire of gold - no, a trick of the eye that's all, But the beast was gone and a voice was heard: They've got no horns and they've got no tail They don't even know of our existence Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold That lies in the deep distance Hello friend, welcome home.

My heart is spilling over Crashing on the ground I can't see what's around me But soon I'll come around My faith is in the balance Of a million tiny words So I return to silence And if I see a sign in the sky tonight No one's gonna tell me it's a trick of the light May never come, but I'm willing to wait What can I say? I'm a man of the faith And there's an ocean in my body And there's a river in my soul And I'm crying It's time that I let go Of things I can't control This path that I've taken Is the only one I know Well I've come so far to get here And I've got so far to go So I'll take what I can get In matters of the soul And if I see a sign in the sky tonight No one's gonna tell me it's a trick of the light May never come, but I'm willing to wait What can I say? I'm a man of the faith And there's an ocean in my body And there's a river in my soul And I'm crying And we are the dawn And we carry the sun And we are the dawn And we carry the sun And if I see a sign in the sky tonight No one's gonna tell me it's a trick of the light May never come, but I'm willing to wait What can I say? I'm a man of the faith And there's an ocean in my body And there's a river in my soul And I'm crying And if I see a sign in the sky tonight (but I see it coming) No one's gonna tell me it's a trick of the light (I feel alone) May never come, but I'm willing to wait (but I see it coming) What can I say? I'm a man of the faith (I feel alone) And there's an ocean in my body (but I see it coming) And there's a river in my soul (I see it coming) And I'm crying

"Dislocate your spine if you don't sign," he says "I'll have you seeing double" Mesmerize you when he's tongue-tied Simply with those eyes Synchronize your minds and see The beast within him rise Don't look back Don't look back It's a rip-off Flick of the wrist and you're dead, baby Blow him a kiss and you're mad Flick of the wrist - he'll eat your heart out A dig in the ribs and then a kick in the head He's taken an arm and taken a leg All this time, honey Baby, you've been had "Intoxicate your brain with what I'm saying If not, you'll lie in knee-deep trouble" "Prostitute yourself," he says "Castrate your human pride Sacrifice your leisure days Let me squeeze you 'till you've dried" Don't look back Don't look back It's a rip-off Work my fingers to my bones I scream with pain I still make no impression Seduce you with his money-make machine Cross-collateralize, (big-time money, money) Reduce you to a muzak-fake machine Then the last goodbye It's a rip-off Flick of the wrist and you're dead, baby Blow him a kiss and you're mad Flick of the wrist - he'll eat your heart out A dig in the ribs and then a kick in the head He's taken an arm and taken a leg All this time, honey