The Gong Man (Live at the Ritz, Aachen)

Wake in fear, stretch out an arm
Feeling for the gong-alarm
A gong at eight, the breakfast churns
By the fire the trousers burn
Who is the Gong Man?

The Gong Man strikes for lunch and then
The Gong Man sends me back again
I watch the gong, its movement slight
At last it sends me home at night
Who is the Gong Man?

Who is the Gong Man?

Back to bed, the ringing fades
But dreams are bronze of many shades
Whilst half asleep the Gong Man cries
I wind the gong and realise
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man
I am the Gong Man



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Writer(s): Robin Dallaway
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