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    • Тексты песен / A / Andrew Lloyd Webber, Charlotte Spencer, Charlotte Blackledge, Ian Conningham, Alexander Hanson / Manipulation

    Текст песни Andrew Lloyd Webber, Charlotte Spencer, Charlotte Blackledge, Ian Conningham, Alexander Hanson - Manipulation

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    (Murray's Club, the summer of the following
    Year the topless dancers
    Has gained a new performer: MANDY
    RICE-DAVIES, sixteen, a pert
    Attractive blonde

    WARD sit's at his usual table
    For four with a
    New acquaintance, a stocky Russian
    In naval uniform, cAPTAIN
    EUGENE IVANOV, thirty-seven a nearby
    Table seats three men, rONNIE
    AND REGGIE KRAY, twins in
    Their late twenties
    And LORD "BOB" BOOTHBY further away
    Is a chunky forty-year-old
    With a very young girl: he's PETER RACHMAN)

    This is a world
    Where there's all kinds of pressures
    Where everybody's anxious
    And despеrate for remediеs

    I use my hands to alleviate suffering
    Slowly but surely, I massage your cares away

    Aches and pains and fractures and sprains
    Manipulation - that's what I do
    Lumps and knots and bruises and clots
    Manipulation

    Doesn't sound very nice

    It isn't

    Take a look at everyone here
    Manipulation that's what they do
    I stretch limbs and they stretch the truth
    Manipulation

    (He smiles and lights a cigarette
    Not offering one
    To anybody cHRISTINE sips at her vodka
    Makes a face)

    Never fancied Russia much

    Russia is beautiful
    And home of greatest social
    Experiment in history!

    Wouldn't suit me at all

    So, important to make friends
    Russia and West otherwise

    (Makes a sound and gesture
    Signifying a massive explosion)

    (to WARD)
    What did you mean about manipulation?

    You've heard of the Kray twins?

    Sort of

    Well, there they are

    Two of the most powerful men in London

    But what do they do?

    They're gangsters

    They have the police and the politicians
    In their pocket even Harold Macmillan
    Did he but know it

    Who?

    (pause) harold Macmillan, dear?

    The Prime Minister?

    (He draws on his cigarette
    As MANDY discreetly stares at the twins)

    There at that table
    The Kray twins are plotting
    With Ronnie's new boyfriend
    Lord Boothby of Aberdeen
    Also the lover of Lady Macmillan
    Who we must assume
    Is close to the Prime Minister

    Ron and Reggie want something done
    Bob Boothby breathes in Lady M's ear
    Lady M sleeps with the PM
    Manipulation - it's right here

    Every table there's someone at it

    (He points at a table in the back)

    That chap in the Savile Row suit
    That's Charlie Clore, the entrepreneur
    Built the Hilton mad about sex

    Didn't they just make him a sir?

    Yes, but he was not at all pleased
    Lord Clore's more what he had in mind

    Bloody hell, the people you know!
    Don't suppose he's the marrying kind?

    (WARD points over to RACHMAN's table)

    That fat fellow rachman's his name
    Owns two-thirds of Notting Hill Gate

    He's the king of bedsitter land
    Manipulation

    I only try to manipulate bodies
    I try to put people together and rescue them
    I don't approve of exploiting the vulnerable
    Lining your pockets from
    Other men's weaknesses

    Everywhere, wherever you look
    Manipulation rearing it's head
    London life, there is no escape manipulation

    I know what you're talking about
    Manipulation, just like you said
    I spent every evening with men
    Trying to sweet talk me into bed

    Everywhere, wherever you look
    Manipulation rearing it's head
    London life, there is no escape manipulation

    Everywhere, wherever you look
    Manipulation rearing it's head
    London life, there is no escape manipulation
    Til you're dead

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