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