Il testo della Raconteur, troubadour

Gentle Giant

Data di rilascio : 16/03/2011

Durata : 0:04:03

Stile : Rock

Gather round the village square
Come good people both wretched
And fair.
See the troubadour play on the drum
Hear my songs on the lute that i strum.

I will make you laugh,
Revel, merry-dance.
Throw your pennies, then you'll hear
More of
The story-telling half.
There's no other chance,
Always move on
Raconteur, troubadour.

Take the face that you see for the man,
Clown and minstrel, i am what i am.
All my family, not of my kin.
Home, wherever, the place that i'm in.

Humors give me wage,
Favors for my art.
Rising, falling
Everyone struggle on.
All the world's a stage
All can play their part.
I have chosen
Raconteur, troubadour.

Dusk is drawing my story is spun,
Dawn is falling my day's work is done.
Morning, rested i set on my way.
Find new faces to offer my play.

I will make you laugh,
Revel, merry-dance.
Throw your pennies, then you'll hear
More of
The story-telling half.
There's no other chance.
Always move on
Raconteur-troubadour

Note: here we have tried to capture something of the medieval english troubadour, by the instrumentation, arrangement and lyrics.

*integrally taken from the octopus album leaflet.