Saturday, 20 February 2016

PLEASE TELL ME WHO THE HELL IS THE MAN IN THE LONG BLACK COAT ?

(  Well, according to Dr. Sigmund T. Schukelgruber he is that an unforgiving , over-demanding , brutally cruel player ,   who unfortunately turns out to be your partner in a nightmare reality of an extremely tense , heated , emotionally charged,  competitive bridge arena. Inspired by Bob Dylan's classic song , the lyrics have been altered somewhat in order to profile and highlight the essential characteristics of " the man in the long black coat ". 

  

                                        "Man In The Long Black Coat"

Gossip mongers chirpin', the backstabbing’s high
There's a some poor bridge player hangin' dry
Window wide open whispering trees
Bent slightly forward from a soft gentle breeze
Not a word of warmth not even a note
Such was the coldness of the man in the long black coat.

Somebody seen him hangin' around
At other bridge clubs on the outskirts of town
              He looks so evil eyed , not one for foolin'       
        Should anyone challenge him over a ruling
Somebody said he often loved to gloat
   Such was the smugness of the man in the long black coat.

Preaching was his talking, the endless sermons he gave
                            Not to mention his passion to rant and to rave                                      All must heed his advice when he is their guide 
             They must never whinge or look dissatisfied            
It ain't easy to swallow , it sticks in the throat
Such was the blasphemous man in the long black coat.


           " There are no mistakes in my game " he would always say 
" It's an irrefutable truth ....people must see it that way
While other players simply fade and die , I just float
For the symbol of my greatness is my long black coat "   
                                                 

There's smoke on the horizon it's been there since June
Club members howling beneath the high crescent moon
Feel the pulse and vibration and the rumbling force
 As one after one tried to beat the dead horse
For when his insults were challenged they were always a joke
Such was the cunning of the man in the long black coat.








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