The whole world is my opera.
It’s the stage I dictate
Any play that I want.
Every scene I can think of,
Every scene that I seen,
Every act that I’ve dreamt up
Is acted and mapped out
Just for me.
In the palm of my hand
Are the churches, the play parks,
The shopping centres, houses.
I’ve got eyes in every window
Of every pub and every home.
I can see every pint that’s drunk.
I witness every act of love.
That I
Direct.
I’m directing everything From here to where I stand,
I’m directing everything That happens in this land,
For as far as I can see
This place,
Belongs to me:
Monsieur Voyeur.
From the first light at dawn
That creeps up slowly on the sleeping,
To the last light at night
That puts your body back to bed,
Everything
In between
I direct.
So wake up.
Shake your sleep, do your hair,
Brush your teeth, drink some tea,
Grab your keys
And leave the house.
Catch the bus.
Read the daily metro that someone left on the bus seat before you
A missing kid, cosmetic ads,
And another pointless casualty
In a war fought out of sight.
Or you can skip it all,
To the football scores
You decide….
Oh no.
I Decide.
I’m directing everything From here to where I stand,
I’m directing everything That happens in this land,
For as far as I can see
This place,
Belongs to me:
Monsieur Voyeur.
Using Marlborough lights and coffee
I’ll let you break the working day,
Until later on when you can swap
The designated smoking areas
For a newly built beer gardens.
It’s a habit hard to keep,
When its pissing it with rain,
But you’ll manage.
I’ll Make you manage.
And after that,
When you go home,
Where I’ve got eyes
Inside your wardrobes,
In all the cracks in all your doors,
Then I’ll make you take your lovers
And throw them on their backs
So I can watch
What I
Direct.
I’m directing everything From here to where I stand,
I’m directing everything That happens in this land,
For as far as I can see
This place,
Belongs to me:
. . . . . . . . . . . Monsieur Voyeur.
