Who needs a dream? Who needs ambition? Who'd be the fool In my position? Once I had dreams Now they're obsessions Hopes became needs Lovers possessions. Then they move in Oh so discreetly Slowly at first Smiling too sweetly I opened doors They walked right through them Called me their friend I hardly knew them. Now I'm where I want to be and who I want to be and doing what I always said I would and yet I feel I haven't won at all. Running for my life and never looking back in case there's someone right behind to shoot me down and say he always knew I'd fall. When the crazy wheel slows down Where will I be? Back where I started. Don't get me wrong I'm not complaining Times have been good Fast, entertaining But what's the point If I'm concealing Most of my thoughts All of my feeling. Now I'm where I want to be and who I want to be and doing what I always said I would and yet I feel I haven't won at all. Running for my life and never looking back in case there's someone right behind to shoot me down and say he always knew I'd fall. When the crazy wheel slows down Where will I be? Back where I started.
MOLOKOV: (spoken) The man is utterly mad! Believe me, Anatoly, you're playing a lunatic. ANATOLY: (spoken) That's the problem. He's a brilliant lunatic, and you can't tell which way he'll jump. Like his game, he's impossible to analyze. You can't predict him, dissect him, Which of course means he's not a lunatic at all MOLOKOV: What we've just seen's a pathetic display From a man who's beginning to crack He's afraid, He knows he isn't the player he was And he won't get it back. ANATOLY: Nonsense! Why do you people always want to believe Third-rate propaganda? MOLOKOV: My friend, please relax, We're all your side You know how you need us ANATOLY: I don't need my army of 'so-called' advisors And helpers to tell me the man who's revitalised Chess single-handed Is more or less out of his brain When it's very clear He's sane MOLOKOV: Listen, we don't underestimate Trumper We won't get caught in that trap After all, winning or losing reflects on us all ANATOLY: Oh, don't give me that crap! I win, no-one else does And I take the rap if I lose MOLOKOV: It's not quite that simple The whole world's tuned in We're all on display We're not merely sportsmen ANATOLY: Oh please don't start spouting that old party line. Yes I know it's your job But, just get out, and get me my chess-playing second In 36 hours we begin That is if you want to win MOLOKOV: (spoken) One thing is not sufficient. We have to know, we have to make sure All men have a weakness His is that woman. Take her, and you win the game. ANATOLY: (spoken) So you think I can't win otherwise? MOLOKOV: (spoken) I'm not saying that, I'm just making certain And she is attractive. And then there's her intriguing family history, Hungary, 1956 and all that ANATOLY: (spoken) I'm a chess player, Mr. Molokov. You go and play these other games.
Who needs a dream?
Who needs ambition?
Who'd be the fool
In my position?
Once I had dreams
Now they're obsessions
Hopes became needs
Lovers possessions.
Then they move in
Oh so discreetly
Slowly at first
Smiling too sweetly
I opened doors
They walked right through them
Called me their friend
I hardly knew them.
Now I'm where I want to be and who I want to be and doing what I
always said I would and yet I feel I haven't won at all.
Running for my life and never looking back in case there's
someone right behind to shoot me down and say he always knew I'd fall.
When the crazy wheel slows down
Where will I be? Back where I started.
Don't get me wrong
I'm not complaining
Times have been good
Fast, entertaining
But what's the point
If I'm concealing
Most of my thoughts
All of my feeling.
Now I'm where I want to be and who I want to be and doing what I
always said I would and yet I feel I haven't won at all.
Running for my life and never looking back in case there's
someone right behind to shoot me down and say he always knew I'd fall.
When the crazy wheel slows down
Where will I be? Back where I started.
MOLOKOV: (spoken) The man is utterly mad! Believe me, Anatoly, you're playing a lunatic.
ANATOLY: (spoken) That's the problem.
He's a brilliant lunatic,
and you can't tell which way he'll jump.
Like his game, he's impossible to analyze.
You can't predict him, dissect him,
Which of course means he's not a lunatic at all
MOLOKOV: What we've just seen's a pathetic display
From a man who's beginning to crack
He's afraid,
He knows he isn't the player he was
And he won't get it back.
ANATOLY: Nonsense!
Why do you people always want to believe
Third-rate propaganda?
MOLOKOV: My friend, please relax,
We're all your side
You know how you need us
ANATOLY: I don't need my army of 'so-called' advisors
And helpers to tell me the man
who's revitalised Chess single-handed
Is more or less out of his brain
When it's very clear
He's sane
MOLOKOV: Listen, we don't underestimate Trumper
We won't get caught in that trap
After all, winning or losing reflects on us all
ANATOLY: Oh, don't give me that crap!
I win, no-one else does
And I take the rap if I lose
MOLOKOV: It's not quite that simple
The whole world's tuned in
We're all on display
We're not merely sportsmen
ANATOLY: Oh please don't start spouting that old party line.
Yes I know it's your job
But, just get out, and get me my chess-playing second
In 36 hours we begin
That is if you want to win
MOLOKOV: (spoken) One thing is not sufficient.
We have to know, we have to make sure
All men have a weakness
His is that woman.
Take her, and you win the game.
ANATOLY: (spoken) So you think I can't win otherwise?
MOLOKOV: (spoken) I'm not saying that, I'm just making certain
And she is attractive.
And then there's her intriguing family history,
Hungary, 1956 and all that
ANATOLY: (spoken) I'm a chess player, Mr. Molokov.
You go and play these other games.
YAY!!!!!! Another amazing track!!!!
Perfect!
2:58
Or 3:04
This is perfect! Would you mind if I saved it?