The Friends Of Mr Cairo lyrics

That Saturday night dark masquerade

Had filled his friend with lead, the same, sweetheart

But then, as nothing happens quite the same

Investigation is the game

He had to check her story right away-he dead

Sam Spade his buddy Archer first to go he got it-he dead

She spelt it out, how could they know the 'Fatman' got it -he dead

Her sister didn't really live at all-confusion-he dead

His chase led to the Fatman, to face the friends of Mr. Cairo

That night, the double crosser got it right

Pretending he was really dim

He slipped to Sam a double gin (Mickey Finn)

He woke, the boys had gone, but not his gun

They'd left a note to lead him on

The chase to find the Maltese Falcon-you bet-

Early thirties gangster movies

Set to spellbind population

From Chicago to Hong Kong

Via Istanbul the Talking Tong

Dirty rats thru' prohibition

Money flowed thru gangsterism

Acting out this fantasy

In Hollywood's vicinity

The best part for the best rendition

Al Capone he sent to prison

Citizen Kane came fast and quickly

Conquerin' ol' New York City

Poking fun at superstition

Media became television

One on one to talk to you

Like film stars they get close to you

You've mirrored his appeal

He wants you so, he wants to be beside you

Then you pass by giving him the other side of you

Like the mystics do

So that every time he moves, he moves for you

Soul and light can always see

The meeting of true love and she

This silent night and I,

I guess a lonely mind might see

I've seen love on the screen

I've seen a screen goddess and me-oh

How often this, how often, this the power of you

And so, I must confess

Whatever I see

I'm meant to be there with you

With you with you

Silent golden movies, talkies, technicolour, long ago

My younger ways stand clearer, clearer than my footprints

Stardom greats I've followed closely

Give me Cagney any day

Or Jimmy Stewart for President

Or Edward 'G' and all those guys

Who always shoot between the eyes

Between the eyes

Between the eyes

Father love do you work, do you work for Mother

Chances could call, and accept that, be no other

Science as it might, disappear correspond with colour

Chance is the fruit, will outlive, what is now the brother

Call for total wealth to distribute like a picture

In black and white, give it joy, give it, let it hit you

Spoil our existence by extreme gift to population

Father love do you work, do you work for Mother

Tell me straight be the Godfather be no other

Media Kings give us now give us total movie

Straight right now, give it clear, give us total movie

Now being here, being now, being here believing

• Artist:Jon and Vangelis
• Album:The Friends of Mr Cairo (1981)