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  • Текст песни Paul Shapera - Act 1 S2 New Albion 1

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    Several hundred years before a gambler and a monk embarked
    On a long trek through the endless prairies of the North
    They had a fierce debate about God and chance and fate
    And to resolve it agreed a game of cards indeed be played
    The game went on all day and through the next and next they played
    And around them a shelter was built to shield the rain
    A street around the shelter formed, then a church, a house, a bar
    And that is how the city of New Albion was born
    That is how the city of New Albion was born

    New Albion today with bustling streets, machines, cafes
    And the nice, the wise, the eccentric and insane
    The Mafia's run by a red haired dwarf with just one eye
    Whose affairs he decides with a pair of silver dice
    Over the Zeppelin Union Pilots a castrati boss presides
    And we hear his song each afternoon as he flies by
    There's prisons made of lead and gargoyles of iron shreds
    And Annabel McAlistair who's raising up the dead
    Annabel McAlistair who's raising up the dead

    The Lodge on Ashland Street is where the Alchemists Guild meets
    And to join you have to craft a glass pearl from a young girl's dream
    A group of thieves they heard broke in the lodge to steal the pearls
    But in the morning they were found there sitting staring unperturbed
    The twilight fog they say an aphrodisiac contains
    Nonsense, but yet they copulate in doorways anyway
    There's inventors and inbred in upper class as it's been said
    And Annabel McAlistair who's raising up the dead
    Annabel McAlistair who's raising up the dead
    Clever little Annabela with her clever head
    Annabel McAlistair who's raising up the dead

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