Текст песни Magazine - The Book
Magazine - The Book слова песни
This man is at the door of Hell...somehow it seems to be his
destination after a life of subtle stubbornness. He doesn`t expect
to find himself waking up out of a dream...he doesn`t expect
to pinch himself and wake up and that kind of thing...in fact,
the thought of that happening makes him smile. He`s just mildly
surprised to find himself there at the door of Hell.
To all accounts, the kindly old man who is the doorman (and who
conceivably reminds him of his father) is sat reading a book...but
he gets up smartly and without time for either of them to feel
that they`re standing on ceremony says, "Hold my book for a minute,
would you, while i get the door open!" (Presumably, you know,
you need two hands to open the door.) For some reason the old
man doesn`t just put his book down on the chair
It all happens quite quickly...he finds that he`s made a decision
and is already holding the old man`s book...as just about anybody
else would have, But it seems a bit curious because...in however
small a way you like to consider it...it is as if he`s helping
himself enter Hell...the path of least resistance. Of course,
at the same time he suddenly thinks..Even as he finally grips
the book..."This is my chance for a reprieve...the final test...the
straw which will tip the good deeds over the bad."
Next thing he knows, they have exchanged opinions on the book
and he has handed it back to the old man and is being shown into
Hell.