Hanging in the Gallery -- David Cousins Recorded by The Strawbs
Is it the painter or the picture
Hanging in the gallery?
Admired by countless thousands
Who attempt to read the secrets
Of his vision of his very soul
Is it the painter or the picture
Hanging in the gallery?
Or is it but a still life
Of his own interpretation
Of the way that God has made us
In the image of his eye?
Is it the sculptor or the sculpture Standing in the gallery? Touched by fleeting strangers Who desire to feel the strength of hands That realized a form of life Is the the sculptor or the sculpture Standing in the gallery? Or is it but the tenderness With which his hands were guided To discard the unessentials And reveal the perfect truth
Is it the actor or the drama Playing to the gallery? Heard in every corner Of the theatre of cruelty That masks the humor in his speech Is the the actor or the drama Playing to the gallery? Or is it but the character Of any single member of the audience That forms the plot Of each and every play
Is it the singer or his likeness Hanging in the gallery? Tongue black, still and swollen His eyes staring from their sockets He is silent now, will sing no more Is it the singer or his likeness Hanging in the gallery Or is it but his conscience, Insecurity, and loneliness When destiny becomes at last The cause of his demise
Hero and Heroine -- David Cousins Recorded by The Strawbs
Dm DmSus2 Hero's face was gaunt and tanned AmSus4 Am His sail was set in search of land
His life-raft, solely by him manned
Was guided by the tide Dm DmSus2 Heroine wore fleecy white AmSus4 Am She beckoned like some savior bright
Shipwrecked sailors in the night
Were bid welcome to her side
Where one man's search must surely cease The irresistible white fleece Led Hero in search of the peace Which she alone could offer Thus he knelt before her feet Wary lest their eyes should meet He knew his life was incomplete For he had yet to suffer
Enticing Heroine, so calm Took Hero firmly by the arm Told him that she meant no harm, That she alone could save him Hero could no longer speak While realizing he was weak His life increasingly grew bleak For all the love she gave to him
While storm clouds gathered high above The Heroine he grew to love Turned slowly to a snow white dove And spread her wings to fly Crushed and broken in the end Hero watched his sould ascend Knowing that he was condemned To sail all alone to die
Round and Round -- David Cousins Recorded by The Strawbs
Come and see me When the screw has turned another turn It's not that I'm confused I have an awful lot to learn But I will be the one To make you work for what you earn Round and round we go...
After all It's just the revolution I despise The dawn of revelations And the flower power prize I pity those poor children With no sunshine in their eyes Round and round we go...
Where do you go -- David Cousins Recorded by The Strawbs
When you were young you were protected
When you were growing you were sheltered
But when you reached your adult years NC A You were left alone
And you had no-one to rely on
No one to care for you
A lost soul in search of some kind of shelter and protection
CHORUS:
Now where do you run
Where do you hide
When you need a hole to crawl in
Where do you go?
I found that in our darkest hour The young ones that I knew and loved well Beckoned with the memory Of their alluring spell And so I gathered up my senses Bade one and all godspeed If my ways were what you desired then love is what you must need
(Chorus)
I tried to find a consolation But realized that deep down inside Consolation is but yet My all despairing pride And now I'm dark eyed and bewildered My guts can feel the strain My mouth is dry, my chest is tight, and my forehead's lined with the pain
