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i. Drunk

He staggers through the corridors
He's drunk again, he's drunk again
And he can't identify the source
Of this strange intoxication

Perhaps he let his lips touch down
Upon the sparkles of the wine
Or lost his faith in the golden crowns
That are proffered by the swine

Chips with everything
Days are deals
A waking dream
Where all he feels
Are thoughts that hurt
In a mind that reels

In the corridors
He's drunk and houndog howling
And he can't identify the source
Of this strange intoxication

Chips with everything
Days are deals
A waking dream
Where all he feels is hurt

...There's a window in the corridor
It is cracked

A pale light shows
Pencil-beam thin
It hangs in the dust
Of the air
And it draws him
Draws
Implores him

So he wipes his nose
Gets on his knees
Peeks and he sees... TREES!

Dreaming, dreaming; years of fears fallen away
Flown on vision's wings
A pillow-burst of feathers in spring breezes
Yearnings realised

Outside the artificiality of the closed Casino
There is life, meeting of need
Freedom... openness...

From the depth of a place turned in upon itself
Ever smaller and more bitter
Could there truly be a knowing of life
Eternally expanding and revealing more of itself?

Then he's gathered up by drunken friends
And the tables call him again
Did he perceive sweet anything
Is the dreaming now or then?

Was the light in or out of that crack?
Anyway, he staggers through the corridors
And his drunken heart is roaring
And he must identify the source
Of this strange intoxication

ii. Overheard in Passing #2 (in the boardroom)

'With the big push in recruiting...'
'And the new TV campaign'
'We should soon enlarge the profit'
'Thus increasing our domain'
'We can reach for new horizons'
'We can paint them on the walls'
'We can find final solutions'
'To our fear of curtain-calls...'


iii. Play On!

You can't get out!
You placed your bets!
It's time to play!
Pay off your debts!
There's no good in crying!
No-one cares!
Some win (most lose)
That's equal shares!
There's no point stopping!
To question anything!
Winning is life!
The rest is nothing!
Play on! Play on!

You've got to play the game
Keep your nose to the table
You've only got yourself to bet
To sell all you are able
Play on! Play on!

You can't let go of time!
You've got to make your claim!
You've got to keep your place!
There's no choice but play on!
Play on!!

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from Casino, released January 8, 1992

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Twelfth Night are an English progressive rock band of the 1980s, reformed between 2007 and 2012 and again in 2014.

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