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Текст песни Ce N`est Pas A Bunch Of Lies

Disbelief stands in the dock
As the Prosecution drones away
Our Learned Friend Stacey Farquar-Lacey tugs his forelock
Says, "I give you exhibit A"

An art installation black as night
Full of squashed insects, not a speck of white
Sends a buzz through the gallery, fingers click iPhone's keys
As Farquar-Lacey faced the jury

He said, "What you see isn't literal, it's metaphysical, visceral
This is a door into mankind's soul, a semaphore, a portal
(You could see he was on a roll)
Like forgiveness from the abused,
Through this blackness transcendence lies
Yet I put it to you that the accused
Has called this masterpiece 'A Bunch of Flies!'"

Defense rises amid the commotion,
His sepulchral tone full of resignation
Posits a hypothetical notion, says,
"I want you to use your imagination

What if spin doctors are quacks
And really black is not the new black?
What if Marilyn Monroe was just some chick
And Citizen Kane was just some flick?
What if Finnegan's Wake a fake by a talented flake
And "Like A Rolling Stone" was plucked from where the sun never shone
And that eye rhyme was just bad poetry; consider this possibility:
What if a bunch of flies was just a bunch of lies?

The case was all over the press
The judge was grave in his address

He said: "We can't have this sort of thing here!
You'd threaten society's fragile balance
Politics wouldn't be a career
Promotion would be decided on talent
Imagine publishers looking for brilliance
Not marketability
We'd have to pump financial assistance
Into the self-help industry
Lifestyle gurus would be out of work
The rich wouldn't have a right of birth
Altruism would be free of perks
The meek might even inherit the earth
Why do we put cynics in the corner
Where fortune's favor's not bequeathed?
This is the natural order:
It's better to lie than not believe".

And so the case ended
Disbelief was suspended