song written by Dave Cousins C C C Is it the painter or the picture Am C Hanging in the gallery? Am C Admired by countless thousands Am C Who attempt to read the secrets C D Of his vision of his very soul. C C Is it the painter or the picture Am C Hanging in the gallery? Am C Or is it but a still life Am C Of his own interpretation Am C Of the way that God had made us C D C In the image of His eye? C C Is it the sculptor or the sculpture Am C standing in the gallery? Am C Touched by fleeting strangers Am C Who desire to feel the strength of hands C D That realised a form of life. C C Is it the sculptor or the sculpture Am C standing in the gallery? Am C Or is it but the tenderness Am C With which his hands were guided Am C To discard the unessentials C D C And reveal the perfect truth? C C Is it the actor or the drama Am C Playing to the gallery? Am C Heard in every corner Am C Of the theatre of cruelty\par C D That masks the humour in his speech. C C Is it the actor or the drama Am C Playing to the gallery? Am C Or is it but the character Am C Am Of any single member of the audience C That forms the plot C D C Of each and every play? C C Is it the singer or his likeness Am C Hanging in the gallery? Am C Tongue black, still and swollen, Am C His eyes staring from their sockets, C D He is silent now, will sing no more. C C Is it the singer or his likeness Am C Hanging in the gallery? Am C Or is it but his conscience, Am C Insecurity, and loneliness, Am C When destiny becomes at last C C D C The cause of his demise?

Strawbs - Hanging in the gallery