The Russian & Molokov/ Where I Want to Be
[MOLOKOV]
The man is utterly mad -- you're playing a lunatic
[THE RUSSIAN]
That's the problem. He's a brilliant lunatic and you can't tell
which way
he'll jump
like his game he's impossible to analyse
you can't dissect him,
predict him
which of course means he's not a lunatic at all.
[MOLOKOV]
What we've just seen's a pathetic display
From a man who's beginning to crack
He's afraid
He knows he isn't the player he was
And he won't get it back
[THE RUSSIAN]
Nonsense!
Why do my seconds
Always want to believe
Third-rate propaganda --
[MOLOKOV]
My friend, please relax
We're all on your side
You know how you need us --
[THE RUSSIAN]
I don't need my army of so-called 'advisors'
And helpers to tell me
The man who's revitalised chess single-handed
Is more or less out of his brain
When it's very clear
He's sane
[MOLOKOV]
Listen, we don't underestimate anyone
We won't get caught in that trap
After all, winning or losing reflects on us all --
[THE RUSSIAN]
Oh don't give me that crap!
I win -- no one else does
And I take the rap if I lose
[MOLOKOV]
It's not quite that simple
The whole world's tuned in
We're all on display
We're not merely sportsmen --
[THE RUSSIAN]
Oh please don't start spouting that old party line
Yes I know it's your job but
Just get out and get me a chess-playing second
In thirty-six hours we begin
That is if you want to win!
Who needs a dream?
Who needs ambition?
Who'd be the fool
In my position?
Once I had dreams
Now they're obsessions
Hopes became needs
Lovers possessions
Then they move in
Oh so discreetly
Slowly at first
Smiling too sweetly
I opened doors
They walked right through them
Called me their friend
I hardly knew them
Now I'm where I want to be and who I want to be and doing what I