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Dire Straits - In The Gallery
| Előadó: | Dire Straits |
|---|---|
| Album: | Keressük! |
| Szövegírók: |
Mark Knopfler |
|---|---|
| Zeneszerzők: |
Mark Knopfler |
| Kiadó: | Keressük! |
| Stílus: | Blues rock, rock |
| Címkék: | Keressük! |
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Harry made a bareback rider
proud and free upon a horse
And a fine coalminer for the NCB that was
A fallen angel and 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
Ignored by all the trendy boys
in London and in Leeds
He might as well have been
making toys or strings of beads
He could not be 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 in the gallery
No lies he wouldn't compromise
No junk no bits of string
And all the lies we subsidise
That just don't mean a thing
I've got to say he passed away in obscurity
And now all the vultures are
coming down from the tree
So he's going to be in the gallery
proud and free upon a horse
And a fine coalminer for the NCB that was
A fallen angel and 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
Ignored by all the trendy boys
in London and in Leeds
He might as well have been
making toys or strings of beads
He could not be 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 in the gallery
No lies he wouldn't compromise
No junk no bits of string
And all the lies we subsidise
That just don't mean a thing
I've got to say he passed away in obscurity
And now all the vultures are
coming down from the tree
So he's going to be in the gallery
In The Gallery videók
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