A singer must die (1974-1993)
|See the original lyrics of the song|
song is for my critics and for my judges and for those who give marks to
us everywhere, who evaluate our performance whether it is in the
courtroom or the cloakroom or the bedroom. This is for the judges.
|Hanover November 11th, 1979|
this next song I wrote from the feeling of being on trial - everyone's
on trial -. In every living-room there's a trial going on, in every
bedroom there's a trial going on, not just in the courtrooms, not just
in the jails, but in the most private places of our lives, yeah we
subject each other to judgement and to trial.
|San Francisco June 8th, 1985|
always been attached to those songs that you sing when you don't feel
like singing. I've read some reviews of my concerts, over the past
several months, and I'm very happy that my suit is so well observed.
Sometimes my suit whispers to me from the closet "Do not forget
me" it whispers throughout the song and here, I crucify on this
hanger (..) suit.
critics have begun to be very kind to me. I am reminded of that
aphorisms articulated by the great cinema master who is now in disgrace,
Woody Allen. “Most of life is just showin' up.”