Dire Straits - In the Gallery lyrics
[Dire Straits - In the Gallery lyrics]
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
And then you get an artist says he
Doesn't want to paint at all
Just takes an empty canvas
Sticks it on a wall 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 subsidise
They 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
He's going to be he's going to be
In the galle-, galle-, galle-, gallery
In the gallery
Harry made a bareback rider
Made a bareback rider
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
And then you get an artist says he
Doesn't want to paint at all
Just takes an empty canvas
Sticks it on a wall 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 subsidise
They 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
He's going to be he's going to be
In the galle-, galle-, galle-, gallery
In the gallery
Harry made a bareback rider
Made a bareback rider