Film Noir - Peter Hammill

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

Sex 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