Just an Elizabethan Balladeer
Trying to escape from behind the veneer
Of countless undreamed circumstances
That arose in front of his eyes.
Just an Elizabethan Balladeer
Trying to escape from what's not always clear
Roses picked
To be cast away, y'see.
And his cigarette burned low in the ashtray
Some days he'd wake up and he'd say
"Don't know what I'm doing here,
Don't know why I'm expected to be here,
Don't know why I'm wasting my time away like this."
And the clock ticked on by
As he sang his ballads to the sky
Going home to his queen
Who's waiting for him.
And all the books that he ever read
Never taught him what to do,
Never taught him what to say
How to win in a situation he just couldn't lose.
He just never knew enough of life, that's all.
They found him in his room
Surrounded by his books
And he tied up his heart
With love that never really started.
And all the records that he owned
They won't be coming back home
But'll be sold or auctioned off
Or so it seems.
And he came to me last night
'Fore I fell into sleep
Tried to take me with him
For a while.
Yea, last night as I lay in my bed
I felt him coming to me
He was holding out some stories
That he had to tell.
And the window of his cabin is wide open now
He could hear the gulls circling behind the ship
Hear the calls of the seamen
As they danced and kissed your lips.
And music came to his ears
The whole time he was alive
And no-one ever knew just what to say or do to him
To prove he didn't need to make this sacrifice.
But he rigged the wheel tight
Set the bows towards the storm
And went to sleep in his four-castled cabin
And slept until the dawn.
And the scarves that lie around his face
They've covered up his eyes
They're as much as any woman could ever kiss away,
Could ever kiss away his prize.
Just an Elizabethan Balladeer
Fragmented despite his disguise
Some kind of balladeer
With doubloons instead of eyes.
Woh!
Just an Elizabethan balladeer
Trying to live life across the mirror
He died broken hearted
And nobody knows why he ain't alive today.
Just an Elizabethan Balladeer
Trying to hide from what wasn't real
And the dreams he had were so deep engraved
Like pure silk on the wheel.
Just an Elizabethan Balladeer
Who sees velvet as some kind of deceit
Just some kind of broken minstrel
Who never learned how to cheat.
Just an Elizabethan balladeer
Trying to escape from what isn't real
And the dreams he had were so deep engraved
Like pure silk on the wheel.
Bless us all
Bless love above the best.
Nikki Sudden - vocal.
Dave Kusworth - acoustic & electric guitars.
Terry Miles - piano, hammond organ.
Glenn Tranter - bass guitar.
Mark Williams - drums.
Trying to escape from behind the veneer
Of countless undreamed circumstances
That arose in front of his eyes.
Just an Elizabethan Balladeer
Trying to escape from what's not always clear
Roses picked
To be cast away, y'see.
And his cigarette burned low in the ashtray
Some days he'd wake up and he'd say
"Don't know what I'm doing here,
Don't know why I'm expected to be here,
Don't know why I'm wasting my time away like this."
And the clock ticked on by
As he sang his ballads to the sky
Going home to his queen
Who's waiting for him.
And all the books that he ever read
Never taught him what to do,
Never taught him what to say
How to win in a situation he just couldn't lose.
He just never knew enough of life, that's all.
They found him in his room
Surrounded by his books
And he tied up his heart
With love that never really started.
And all the records that he owned
They won't be coming back home
But'll be sold or auctioned off
Or so it seems.
And he came to me last night
'Fore I fell into sleep
Tried to take me with him
For a while.
Yea, last night as I lay in my bed
I felt him coming to me
He was holding out some stories
That he had to tell.
And the window of his cabin is wide open now
He could hear the gulls circling behind the ship
Hear the calls of the seamen
As they danced and kissed your lips.
And music came to his ears
The whole time he was alive
And no-one ever knew just what to say or do to him
To prove he didn't need to make this sacrifice.
But he rigged the wheel tight
Set the bows towards the storm
And went to sleep in his four-castled cabin
And slept until the dawn.
And the scarves that lie around his face
They've covered up his eyes
They're as much as any woman could ever kiss away,
Could ever kiss away his prize.
Just an Elizabethan Balladeer
Fragmented despite his disguise
Some kind of balladeer
With doubloons instead of eyes.
Woh!
Just an Elizabethan balladeer
Trying to live life across the mirror
He died broken hearted
And nobody knows why he ain't alive today.
Just an Elizabethan Balladeer
Trying to hide from what wasn't real
And the dreams he had were so deep engraved
Like pure silk on the wheel.
Just an Elizabethan Balladeer
Who sees velvet as some kind of deceit
Just some kind of broken minstrel
Who never learned how to cheat.
Just an Elizabethan balladeer
Trying to escape from what isn't real
And the dreams he had were so deep engraved
Like pure silk on the wheel.
Bless us all
Bless love above the best.
Nikki Sudden - vocal.
Dave Kusworth - acoustic & electric guitars.
Terry Miles - piano, hammond organ.
Glenn Tranter - bass guitar.
Mark Williams - drums.