Lyrics: Jon And Vangelis. The Friends Of Mr Cairo.

She came, as in the book, Mickey Spillane
That Saturday night dark masquerade
Had filled his friend with lead,
The same, sweetheart but then
As nothing happens quite the same

Investigation is the game
He had to check her story right away, he dead
Sam Space, his buddy Archer, first to go, he got it
She spelt it out, how could they know?
The 'Fatman' got it, he dead

Her sister didn't really live at all
Confusion, he dead
His chase led to the Fatman
To face the friends of Mr. Cairo

That night, the double crosser got it right
Pretending he was really dim
He slipped to Sam a double gin
Mickey Finn

He woke, the boys had gone but not his gun
They'd left a note to lead him on
The chase to find the Maltese Falcon, you bet

Early thirties gangster movies
Set to spellbind population
From Chicago to Hong Kong
Via Istanbul the Talking Tong

Dirty rats through prohibition
Money flowed through gangsterism
Acting out his fantasy in Hollywood's vicinity
The best part for the best rendition
Al Capone he sent to prison

Citizen Kane came fast and quickly conquerin'
Ol' New York City
Poking fun at superstition, media became television
Give me Cagney any day or Jimmy Stewart for President

Or Edward 'G' and all those guys
Who always shoot between the eyes
Between the eyes, between the eyes
Father love, do you work, do you work for Mother?

Chances could call and except that, be no other
Science as it might, disappear correspond with color
Chance is the fruit will outlive what is now the brother
Call for total wealth to distribute like a picture

In black and white, give it joy, give it, let it hit you
Spoil our existence by extreme gift to population
Father love do you work, do you work for Mother?
Tell me straight, be the Godfather, be no other

Media Kings give us now give us total movie
Now being here, being now, being here believing
One on one to talk to you
Like film stars they get close to you

You've mirrored his appeal
He wants you so, he wants to be beside you
Then you pass by giving him the other side of you
Like the mystics do

So that every time he moves, he moves for you
Soul and light can always see the melting of true love and she
This silent night and I, I guess a lonely mind might see
I've seen love on the screen

I've seen a screen goddesses and me-oh
How often this, how often, this the power of you
And so, I must confess whatever I see
I'm meant to be there with you
With you with you With you, with you

Silent golden movies, talkies, Technicolor, long ago
My younger ways stand clearer, clearer than my footprints
Stardom greats I've followed closely
Closer than the nearest heartbeat

Longer that expected, there were great
Oh love, oh love, just to see them
Acting on the silver screen, oh my
Clark Gable, Fairbanks, Maureen O'Sullivan

Fantasy would fill my life and I love fantasy so much
Did you see in the morning light?
I really talked, yes, I did, to Gods early dawning light
And I was privileged to be as I am to this day
To be with you, to be with you