Frank Turner - Balthazar Impresario, аккорды

Вступление [Verse 1] D My name is Balthazar, Impresario Em D And you'll find me at the bottom of the page D I have artist's hands, though I'm a working man Em D But my craft has been forgotten by the age A G So tonight will be my last night on the stage [Verse 2] D This is my family's trade, my father built this place Em D At the turning of the twentieth century D I have been working here, for some fifty years Em D But the young these days are glued to TV screens A G And the old girl is dying on her feet [Chorus] G D Once more to the boards F#m One more curtain call Em G Give the crowd everything they're asking for and more D Always make them laugh F#m Try to make them cry Em D Always take the stage like it's the last night of your life [Verse 3] D My friends from theatre school all thought I was a fool Em D For leaving Shakespeare for the music hall D And now my son's left home, and set out on his own Em D And the critics think we're quaint but set to fall A G But they've only seen the show from the stalls [Chorus] G D Once more to the boards F#m One more curtain call Em G Give the crowd everything they're asking for and more D Always make them laugh F#m Try to make them cry Em G Always take the stage like it's the last night of your life [Bridge 1] G D F#m And all the things I've seen behind these tattered seams Em G And all the upturned faces with the lamplight in their eyes D F#m And each imperfect turn flickers as it burns Em A Only lasts a moment but for me they'll never die [Bridge 2] G We are respected A We're not remembered G We are the ghosts of Vaudeville A Unnumbered G We are the fathers of the halls A Yeah but we'll never be famous G We aren't just artists, we are something more: We're entertainers [Instrumental] G D F#m Em G G D F#m Em G [Verse 4] D I smooth my thinning hair in a gilded mirror Em D To try to hide the tell-signs of my age D My name is Balthazar, Impresario Em D And tonight will be my last night on the stage.