Chess - Endgame Lyrics
Tal; Lasker; Steinitz; Alekine; Botvinnik; Smyslov;Spassky; Euwe; Fischer; Petrosian; Anderson;Capablanca; Morphy; Karpov;(In the concept album the names are listed in chronological order, here they are in the order in which they are sung)CHOIR1866 Wilhelm Steinitz1894 Emanuel LaskerMOLOKOVHow straightforward the gameWhen one has trust in one's player (Choir 1921 Jose Capablanca)And how great the reliefWorking for one who believes inLoyalty, heritage, true to his kind come what mayCHOIR1927 Alexander AlekineTHE AMARICANThough it gives me no joy (The Russian 1935 Euwe)Adding to your satisfaction (Choir 1948 Mikhail Botvinnik)You can safely assumeThat your late unlamented employeeKnows if he wins then the only thing won is the chessCHOIR1957 Vasily SmyslovMOLOKOVIt's the weak who accept (Florence 1960 Tal)Tawdry untruths about freedom (Choir 1963 Tigran Petrosian)Prostituting themselvesChasing a spurious starlightTrinkets in airports sufficient to lead them astrayCHOIR1969 Boris SpasskyFLORENCEDoes the player exist (Choir 1972 Bobby Fischer)In any human endeavour (Choir 1975 Anatoly Karpov)Who's been known to resistSirens of fame and possessions ?They will destroy you, not rivals, not age, not successTHE RUSSIANThey all think they see a manWho doesn't knowWhich move to makeWhich way to goWhose private lifeCaused his declineWrecked his grand designSome are vicious, some are foolsAnd others blindTo see in me one of there kindAnyone can beA husband, loverSooner them than meWhen they discoverTheir domestic bliss isShelter for their failingNothing could be worseThan self-denialHaving to rehearseTo endless trialOf a partners rather sadDemands prevailingSVETLANAAs you watch yourself caringAbout a minor sporting triumph, sharingYour win with esoterics,Paranoids, hysterics,Who don't pay any attention toWhat goes on around themThey leave the one they love the way they found themA normal person mustDismiss you with disgustAnd weep for those who trusted youTHE RUSSIANNothing you have saidis revelationTake my blues as readMy consolation -Finding out that I'm my one true obligation(Crowd cheer)SVETLANA AND THE CROWDListen to them shoutThey saw you do itIn their minds no doubtThat you've been through itSuffered for your artBut in the end a winnerWho could not be stirredSuch dedicationWe have never heardSuch an ovationSkill and guts a modelFor the young beginnerThey're completely enchantedBut they don't take your qualities for grantedIt isn't very oftenThat the critics softenNonetheless you've won their heartsHow can we begin toAppreciate the work that you've put intoYour calling through the yearsThe blood, the sweat, the tearsThe late, late nights, the early startsThere they go again!Your deeds enflame themDrive them wild, but thenWho wants to tame themIf they want a part of youWho'd really blame them ?(Crowd cheer louder still)THE RUSSIANAnd so you're letting me know -SVETLANAFor you're the only one who's never suffered anything at allTHE RUSSIANHow you've hated my success -SVETLANAWell I won't crawl -And you can slink back to your pawnsand to your tartsTHE RUSSIANAnd every poisoned word shows that you never understoodSVETLANALiar!THE RUSSIANNever!BOTHNothing you have saidIs revelationTake my blues as readMy consolation -SVETLANAFinding out that I'm my only obligationTHE RUSSIANIs there no one in my lifeWho will not claimThe right to stealMy work, my nameMy success, my fameAnd my freedom
