WHILE THE BABIES SLEEP
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Produced by Glenn Buhr
Sound engineering, mixing and mastering by Jamie Sitar
Recorded live at the No Fun Club in Winnipeg
Music and lyrics by Glenn Buhr
Photo Credit: Barbara Schott
Glenn Buhr, acoustic guitar/vocals
Al Beardsell, electric guitar/vocals
Paul Balcain, sax/vocals
Gilles Fournier, bass/vocals
(Kent)
The sun's goin' down on the town,
And the innocent ones do weep.
There's a goodly soul, gettin' tied to the gallows pole,
While the babies sleep.
What is a King? What is a Queen?
What do the Angels say?
The Jester shatters a figurine,
And the Old World fades away.
(Gloucester)
He’s old and cold, and the wisest of men,
And the crows have taken his eyes.
He reconciles with his kin,
And then, dies.
All the good men are blinded, or bound,
And the great ladies rejoice.
A lone monk makes an exquisite sound
With a broken voice.
(Lear)
There’s a ghostly man, and he’s cursed and crazy;
The lion has no teeth.
He scatters the birds with an English daisy.
There’s a tempest on the heath.
Cordelia lies on the funeral pyre;
The mourners weep.
The sun goes down and takes her fire,
While the babies sleep.