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 Song of the day;;

→ Murray Head - One Night in Bangkok


Bangkok, Oriental setting

The city don't know what the city is getting

The crème de la crème of the chess world

In a show with everything but Yul Brynner

Times flies, doesn't seem a minute

Since the Tirolean Spa had the chess boys in it

All change, don't you know that when you

Play at this level, there's no ordinary venue?

It's Iceland, or the Philippines, or Hastings, or

Or this place


One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster

The bars are temples, but the pearls ain't free

You'll find a god in every golden cloister

And if you're lucky, then the god's a she

I can feel an angel sliding up to me


One town's very like another

When your head's down over your pieces, brother

It's a drag, it's a bore, it's really such a pity

To be looking at the board, not looking at the city

What do ya mean?

You've seen one crowded, polluted, stinking town

Tea girls, warm and sweet (Warm, sweet)

Some are set up in the Somerset Maugham suite

Get Thai'd, you're talking to a tourist

Whose every move's among the purest

I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine


One night in Bangkok makes the hard man humble

Not much between despair and ecstasy

One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble

Can't be too careful with your company

I can feel the devil walkin' next to me


Siam's gonna be the witness

To the ultimate test of cerebral fitness

This grips me more than would a muddy old river

Or reclining Buddah

And thank God I'm only watching the game, controlling it

I don't see you guys rating the kind of mate I'm contemplating

I'd let you watch, I would invite you

But the queens we use would not excite you

So you'd better go back to your bars

Your temples, your massage parlours


One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster

The bars are temples, but the pearls ain't free

You'll find a god in every golden cloister

A little flesh, a little history

I can feel an angel sliding up to me

One night in Bangkok makes the hard man humble

Not much between despair and ecstasy

One night in Bangkok and the tough guys tumble

Can't be too careful with your company

I can feel the devil walkin' next to me

--

Nyt on tältä viikolta hoidettu sairaanhoitajan käynti ja käyty sekä apteekissa että liuskoja hakemassa. Sensoreita saan ens viikolla. Nyt pitää vielä pyykit ja tiskit hoitaa niin sit on hyvä. 

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