Harry made a bareback rider proud and free upon a horse And a fine coal miner for the NCB that was A fallen Angel, Jesus on the cross A skating ballerina, you should have seen her do the skater's waltz Some people have got to paint and draw Harry had to work in clay and stone Like the waves coming to the shore it was in his blood and in his bones He was ignored by all the trendy boys in London yes and in Leeds He might as well have been making toys or strings of beads He couldn't be, no he couldn't be In the gallery, no no, in the gallery And then you get an artist says he doesn't want to paint at all He takes an empty canvas and sticks it on the wall The birds of a feather all the phonies and all of the fakes While the dealers they get together And they decide who gets the breaks And who's going to be, who's going to be In the gallery, in the gallery No lies he wouldn't compromise, no junk, no string And all the lies we subsidize that just don't mean a thing, thing I've got to say he passed away in obscurity And now all the vultures, they're coming down from the tree He's going to be, yea he's going to be In the ga-gal-gallery Gal, in the gallery Harry made a bareback rider And a fine coal miner © CHARISCOURT LIMITED; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com