In The Gallery — текст песни (Mark Knopfler)

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 skaters 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 doesnt 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 whos going to be in the gallery



No lies he wouldnt compromise

No junk no bits of string

And all the lies we subsidise

That just dont mean a thing

Ive got to say he passed away in obscurity

And now all the vultures are coming down from the tree

So hes going to be in the gallery