In The Gallery ** Songtext / Lyric

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

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 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 subsidise

That just don't mean a thing

I've got to say he passed away in obscurity

And now all the vultures they're coming down from the tree

So he's going to be, yeah he's going to be in the galle-galle-galle-gallery

In the gallery



Harry made a bareback rider

A bareback rider