Intro: /---/ /-3-/ /-2-/ /-0-/ /---/ /---/ Verse: /-2-----------------------------------------2/ /-3-----------------------------------------3/ /-2-------2---4-2---------0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-2/ /-0---------4-----4-2-0-0-0-2-4-2-4-2-0-0-0-0/ /-------------------------0-0-0-0-0-0-0-2-0--/ /--------------------------------------------/ End of Verse /-2-------------------3-/ /-3-------------------3-/ /-2---0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-/ /-0---2-4-2-4-2-0-0-0-0-/ /-----0-0-0-0-0-0-2-0-2-/ /---------------------3-/ Chorus /-2------2------3---------------------2-/ /-3------3------3---------------------3-/ /-2------4------0-----0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-2-/ /-0------4------0-----2-4-2-4-2-0-0-0-0-/ /--------2------2-----0-0-0-0-0-0-2-0---/ /--------2------3-----------------------/ Bridge A G Because we are respected A We're not remembered G We are the ghosts of Vaudeville A Unremembered G We are the fathers of the halls A Yeah but we'll never be famous G We aren't mere artists, we are something more: We are entertainers Post Bridge /--------------2-2-2-2-2h3---------------------------2-/ /-3-3-3-3-3----3-3-3-3-3---3-3-3-3-3-----------------3-/ /-2-2-2-2-2/4--2-2-2-2-2---2-2-2-2-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-2-/ /-0-0-0-0-0----0-0-0-0-0---0-0-0-0-0-2-4-2-4-2-0-0-0-0-/ /------------------------------------0-0-0-0-0-0-2-0---/ /------------------------------------------------------/ /-3-3-3-3-2-2-2-3-3-3-3-2-2-2-2---2-2-2-------/ /-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3-0h2-2-2-2-3-3-3-/ /-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2-2---2-2-2-2-2-2-/ /-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0---0-0-0-0-0-0-/ /---------------------------------------------/ /---------------------------------------------/ /-----------------2-/ /-----------------3-/ /-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-2-/ /-2-4-2-4-2-0-0-0-0-/ /-0-0-0-0-0-0-2-0---/ /-------------------/ Lyrics My name is Balthazar Impresario It's written at the bottom of the page I have artist's hands, though I'm a working man But my craft has been forgotten by the age So tonight will be my last night on the stage This is my family's trade, my father built this place In the timing of the twentieth century I have been working here, for some fifty years But the young'uns they stayed glued to TV screens And the old girl is dying on her feet Once more to the boards One more curtain call Give the crowd everything they're asking for and more Always make them laugh Try to make them cry Always take the stage like it's the last night of your life My friends from theatre school all said I was a fool For leaving Shakespeare for the music hall And now our son's left home, he set out on his own The critics think we're quite the set to fall But they've only seen the show from the stall Once more to the boards One more curtain call Give the crowd everything they're asking for and more Always make them laugh Try to make them cry Always take the stage like it's the last night of your life And all the things we've seen, behind these tattered seams And all the smiling faces with the lamplight in their eyes And each imperfect turn flickers once and burns Only takes a moment but for me they'll never die Because we are respected We're not remembered We are the ghosts of Vaudeville Unremembered We are the fathers of the halls Yeah but we'll never be famous We aren't mere artists, we are something more: We are entertainers I smooth my thinning hair in a gilded mirror To try and hide the tell-signs of my age My name is Balthazar Impresario And tonight will be my last night on the stage.