Frank Turner - Balthazar, Impresario lyrics
[Frank Turner - Balthazar, Impresario lyrics]
My name is Balthazar, impresario
And you'll find me at the bottom of the page
I have artist's hands
Though I'm a working man
But my craft has been forgotten by the age
So tonight will be my last night on the stage
This is my family's trade
My father built this place
At the turning of the twentieth century
I have been working here for some fifty years
But the young these days are
Glued to TV screens
And the old girl is dying on her feet
Once more to the boards
One more curtain call
Give the crowd everything they're
Asking for and more always make them laugh
Try to make them cry
Always take the stage like it's the
Last night of your life
My friends from theatre school all
Thought I was a fool
For leaving Shakespeare for the music hall
And now my son's left home
And set out on his own
And the critics think we're quaint
But set to fall but they've only seen the
Show from the stalls
And all the things I've seen
Behind these tattered seams
And all the upturned faces with
The lamplight in their eyes
And each imperfect turn flickers as it burns
It only lasts a moment but
For me they'll never die
We are respected we're not remembered
We are the ghosts of Vaudeville unnumbered
We are the fathers of the halls
Yeah, but we'll never be famous
We aren't just artists, we are something more
We're entertainers
I smooth my thinning hair in a gilded mirror
To try to hide the tell-signs of my age
My name is Balthazar, impresario
And tonight will be my last
Night on the stage
And you'll find me at the bottom of the page
I have artist's hands
Though I'm a working man
But my craft has been forgotten by the age
So tonight will be my last night on the stage
This is my family's trade
My father built this place
At the turning of the twentieth century
I have been working here for some fifty years
But the young these days are
Glued to TV screens
And the old girl is dying on her feet
Once more to the boards
One more curtain call
Give the crowd everything they're
Asking for and more always make them laugh
Try to make them cry
Always take the stage like it's the
Last night of your life
My friends from theatre school all
Thought I was a fool
For leaving Shakespeare for the music hall
And now my son's left home
And set out on his own
And the critics think we're quaint
But set to fall but they've only seen the
Show from the stalls
And all the things I've seen
Behind these tattered seams
And all the upturned faces with
The lamplight in their eyes
And each imperfect turn flickers as it burns
It only lasts a moment but
For me they'll never die
We are respected we're not remembered
We are the ghosts of Vaudeville unnumbered
We are the fathers of the halls
Yeah, but we'll never be famous
We aren't just artists, we are something more
We're entertainers
I smooth my thinning hair in a gilded mirror
To try to hide the tell-signs of my age
My name is Balthazar, impresario
And tonight will be my last
Night on the stage