Frank Turner - Balthazar impresario

My name is B^Dalthazar, Impresario And you'll fi^Emnd me at the bottom of the p^Dage I have artis^Dt's hands, though I'm a working man But my cra^Emft has been forgotten by the a^Dge So toni^Aght will be my last night on the st^Gage

This is my fam^Dily's trade, my father built this place At the turn^Eming of the twentieth centur^Dy I have been work^Ding here, for some fifty years But the yo^Emung these days are glued to TV scr^Deens And the o^Ald girl is dying on her fe^Get

^GOnce more to the boa^Drds One more curtain c^F#mall Give the crowd ever^Emything they're asking for and m^Gore Always make them la^Dugh Try to make them c^F#mry Always take the st^Emage like it's the last night of your ^Dlife

My friends from the^Datre school all thought I was a fool For lea^Emving Shakespeare for the music h^Dall And now my so^Dn's left home, and set out on his own And the cr^Emitics think we're quaint but set to fa^Dll But they've ^Aonly seen the show from the st^Galls

^GOnce more to the boa^Drds One more curtain c^F#mall Give the crowd ever^Emything they're asking for and m^Gore Always make them la^Dugh Try to make them c^F#mry Always take the st^Emage like it's the last night of your ^Glife

^GAnd all the things I've se^Den behind these tattered se^F#mams And all the u^Empturned faces with the lamplight in their e^Gyes And each imperfect tu^Drn flickers as it burn^F#ms Only lasts a mo^Emment but for me they'll never d^Aie

We are resp^Gected We're not rem^Aembered We are the ghosts of Vaud^Geville Unnumbered ^A We are the fathers of the h^Galls Yeah but we'll never be fa^Amous We aren't just artists, we are something m^Gore:

I smooth my th^Dinning hair in a gilded mirror To t^Emry to hide the tell-signs of my a^Dge My name is Ba^Dlthazar, Impresario And toni^Emght will be my last night on the st^Dage.