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"Victory goes to the player who makes the next-to-last mistake - Chessmaster Savielly Grigorievitch Tartakower (1887-1956)"

Thursday, December 06, 2001

I Created Me...
I hope I’ll know when the end has come
I hope I’ll know when to surrender
For they say the spotlight can be harsh
When your years need something tender

How will I recover from the end?
Will it come with a thud?
Will it be a painless transition?
Dipped in honey or drenched in blood

I hope I’ll have no confusions
About those gruelling illusions

I created me
From dreams and fantasies
I created me
I created me
I created me
A little irony
‘Cos I hated me
So I created me

Will you still love me without my make-up?
When the darkness falls
And there’s no more ovations
No more curtain calls

Will you still love me without my make-up?
Or when the light turns cruel
Will you see me as a fallen hero?
Or simply as a fool

I created me
From dreams and fantasies
I created me
I created me
I created me
A little irony
‘Cos I hated me
I created me

So where has all the glamour gone?
And where are all the stars?
Where are all the dreams I had?
The ones I had when young

So where has all the glamour gone?
Now everything’s painfully the same
Don’t think I’ll ever get a chance to taste it
All over again
I created me
From dreams and fantasies
Start with a shady past
And crutches built to last
Threw in a little fate
Left it to marinate
With bitterness and bile
It festered for a while
I created me
I created me
I created me
I created me
I created me
I created me

So you stand there taking all the credit
Saying you gave me every line before I’d even said it
Yes it’s true you helped a little with the shaping
And stuck the knife in when I was aching

Just a little pain
With every hurtful name
It’s true you built the base
But I gave the pain a face
I created me
From words that always hurt
The ones that cut you deep like bender and pervert
Weirdo, sicko, freak
Queer and faggot too
Yes it’s true my dears
I’m in debt it’s sure to you

But just remember that the end’s not always final
‘Cos I’ll live forever on CD and vinyl

So go now, for God’s sake, let me be
‘Cos I created me

I created me
I created me
I created me
I created me

I created me

[Words and music: Marc Almond]

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