Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Gambler, artist - Marc Almond. Album song Treasure Box, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 13.08.1995
Record label: Parlophone
Song language: English
The Gambler |
On a dark night in a lost hour |
In a town built from neon and chrome |
Where Las Vegas seeks the desert |
In an old broken down casino |
There the gambler slapped his money down |
Dirty dollars one hundred or more |
Placed his last bet on a poker game |
Crossed his heart for the winning score |
But the players at the table |
Two men of the phantom creed |
Seemed to play with sombre purpose |
Than a reason and pure greed |
And the gambler felt his back freeze |
And fear brushed his ageing brow |
For he’d seen those men before in his dreams |
Here they sat before him now |
And the one smoothed back his black hair |
With a comb slicked by brylcream and grease |
Flipped the cards with a flippancy |
Of a wily and slippery ease |
With his sharp suit shade of lilac |
On a shuffle he made the cards sing |
Gold studs and menthol cigarettes |
Rubies set in a skull ring |
And the other of the clergy |
With a colour and robe of pale ivory |
Silver grey at the temples |
And a smile that was stern and was kindly |
Jack of hearts lead, wait for aces |
Became faces of family and friends |
Until the deck showed him a picture |
Of his life from beginning to end |
Reverend Life he flipped an ace |
And the gambler felt blood in his heart |
For he knew this was the game of games |
He would need all the Reverend’s heart |
Anger, lust and gluttony |
The gambler seems hit hard |
Each failure and each feature |
Mapped out in the slippery cards |
Greasy Mr.D. |
flashed a winning grin |
And stood facing Reverend Life |
The Reverend paled as he saw the score |
The gambler felt pain as a knife |
His troubles, tribulations |
Revelations and regrets |
A wife, a child, a fight to trial |
Turned by the hand of death |
And the gambler saw his hand stained |
With the blood of his family ties |
And with the yellow smile of Mr. D |
In his mind he crumples and dies |
And these two great men from different worlds |
Faced each other and shook of hands |
The reverend shrugged «ah well next time» |
And departed for heaven’s land |
And the flames leapt and the soul screamed |
And the cards scattered round the room |
And life is always a gamble |
A game from the cradle to tomb |
And the flames leapt and the soul screamed |
And the cards scattered round the room |
And life is always a gamble |
A game from the cradle to tomb |
And the flames leapt and the soul screamed |
And the cards scattered round the room |
And life is always a gamble |
A game from the cradle to tomb |