I'm feeling like a black cat
In a dark room
Looking for a black hat
That ain't there
So let's go somewhere
Play a gig like before :
We met an ol' man
At the stage door
& he said :
" Are you the Greek tragedy ? "


No we're not,
But we might as well be.

We're getting tired
Of hanging round
& too old now
To get up above
What remains is a threat
And it has
Afunny tricky strage taste
This were the fear starts


But where does it lead
Somewhere in the end
Because it grabs me by the ribs
The kindest guide, I ever had
Digs a path in the deepest
Makes me see
The sweetest in the dark room



The old man told me my tragedy