Disaster calling

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You picked London as your stage

Trod the boards with fierce determination

Polished words and sharp-tongued wit

Shone and dazzled on every page


Everything could have been grand

You had an adoring public and wife

Your little boys believed in gentle giants

The West End bowed at your command


You could've taken the night boat to France

Faced the new morning on a different shore

But you were flirting with destiny

You couldn't shut your ears

When you heard

Disaster calling


Was it adventure you missed?

Rose-petal lips and ivory skin of your

One golden boy had you under their spell

Your mind feared what your heart couldn't resist


You played the most dangerous game

Dinning with panthers at night

Defying aristocrats at the Café de Paris

All for a love that dared not speak its name


You could've taken the night boat to France

Faced the new morning on a different shore

But you were flirting with destiny

You couldn't shut your ears

When you heard

Disaster calling


Jean Christopher: One of Francis' infamous historical songs.

Francis O'Neal: Indeed. This one is about one of my heroes: Oscar Wilde. Ever since I was a boy, I've been fascinated by the man, his work and his life. In his case, life really was a stage and if you think about what terrible consequences his liaison with Bosie had, the play was indeed badly cast. Fatally so.



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