Peter Hammill - Film Noir lyrics

He casts himself as an adventurer, all foot on floor and hell for leather; she never told him what he meant to her – perhaps that's for the better. She's never clearly seen dividing lines between real life and parts she's chosen, confuses character and rising sign, s** and emotion. She waits in the caravan at the side of the set for the scene with her leading man that he'll not forget... Things get crazy on location and they had their little swing; only yesterday he told her that it didn't mean a thing. She's in love with the hero of the movie but she's lost herself on some dark trip; she's in love with being in the movie. Call for action! This is it: the method actress and the shooting script. So she waits in the caravan for the film's final scene and her love/hate for the action man will fill the silver screen... On the dresser is the pistol, in the chamber are the blanks, in her pocket are the bullets with his name upon the shanks. She's in love with the hero of the movie but she's lost herself on some dark trip; she's in love with being in the movie. Call for action! This is it: the method actress and the shooting script.