Conquistador (Live at Dallas Sound Studio)
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Good evenin' again everybody
Welcome back to January Sounds Studios, thanks Garry for fillin' in while we were restringin' the banjo over there
Welcome to the fourth and series live radio broadcast from January Sound, we're bringin' you Procol Harum
Which is: Garry Brocker on piano and vocals
Garry Wilson on drums
Ellen Kirkright, bass guitar
Chris Caping, organ and banjo
And uhm, Mick Graven, lead guitar lyricist Keith Reid
All set? Okay
KEZEW presents, Procol Harum
Conquistador your stallion stands
In need of company
And like some angel's haloed brow
You reek of purity
I see your armour-plated breast
Has long since lost its sheen
And in your death mask face
There are no signs which can be seen
And though I hoped for somethin' to find
I could see no maze to unwind
Conquistador a vulture sits
Upon your silver shield
And in your rusty scabbard now
The sand has taken seed
And though your jewel-encrusted blade
Has not been plundered still
The sea has washed across your face
And taken of its fill
And though I hoped for somethin' to find
I could see no maze to unwind
And though I hoped for somethin' to find
I could see no maze to unwind, yeah
Conquistador there is no time
I must pay my respect
And though I came to jeer at you
I leave now with regret
And as the gloom begins to fall
I see there is no, only all
And though you came with sword held high
You did not conquer, only die
And though I hoped for somethin' to find
I could see no maze to unwind
And though I hoped for somethin' to find
I could see no maze to unwind, yeah
And though I hoped for somethin' to find
I could see no maze to unwind
Well laid
(Everybody, yeah)
Thank you my little friends, my Rodriguez
And here we are on the studios
We look day off, that's why we're uh
Nice getting me out here in Dallas today
After a rather disappointin' July the Fourth as a matter of fact, we- first time we've been here
We always assumed it'll be a-, a grand celebration, we didn't see a soul on the streets
The shops we're closed, the bars were closed
Everybody's havin' a good time indoors I suppose
Anyway, do the same thing this evenin'
Next one we like to eh, carry on with is eh, one from the "Grand Hotel" album
It's called "Bringing Home The Bacon"
Welcome back to January Sounds Studios, thanks Garry for fillin' in while we were restringin' the banjo over there
Welcome to the fourth and series live radio broadcast from January Sound, we're bringin' you Procol Harum
Which is: Garry Brocker on piano and vocals
Garry Wilson on drums
Ellen Kirkright, bass guitar
Chris Caping, organ and banjo
And uhm, Mick Graven, lead guitar lyricist Keith Reid
All set? Okay
KEZEW presents, Procol Harum
Conquistador your stallion stands
In need of company
And like some angel's haloed brow
You reek of purity
I see your armour-plated breast
Has long since lost its sheen
And in your death mask face
There are no signs which can be seen
And though I hoped for somethin' to find
I could see no maze to unwind
Conquistador a vulture sits
Upon your silver shield
And in your rusty scabbard now
The sand has taken seed
And though your jewel-encrusted blade
Has not been plundered still
The sea has washed across your face
And taken of its fill
And though I hoped for somethin' to find
I could see no maze to unwind
And though I hoped for somethin' to find
I could see no maze to unwind, yeah
Conquistador there is no time
I must pay my respect
And though I came to jeer at you
I leave now with regret
And as the gloom begins to fall
I see there is no, only all
And though you came with sword held high
You did not conquer, only die
And though I hoped for somethin' to find
I could see no maze to unwind
And though I hoped for somethin' to find
I could see no maze to unwind, yeah
And though I hoped for somethin' to find
I could see no maze to unwind
Well laid
(Everybody, yeah)
Thank you my little friends, my Rodriguez
And here we are on the studios
We look day off, that's why we're uh
Nice getting me out here in Dallas today
After a rather disappointin' July the Fourth as a matter of fact, we- first time we've been here
We always assumed it'll be a-, a grand celebration, we didn't see a soul on the streets
The shops we're closed, the bars were closed
Everybody's havin' a good time indoors I suppose
Anyway, do the same thing this evenin'
Next one we like to eh, carry on with is eh, one from the "Grand Hotel" album
It's called "Bringing Home The Bacon"
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.75] Good evenin' again everybody
[00:02.54] Welcome back to January Sounds Studios, thanks Garry for fillin' in while we were restringin' the banjo over there
[00:07.70] Welcome to the fourth and series live radio broadcast from January Sound, we're bringin' you Procol Harum
[00:12.66] Which is: Garry Brocker on piano and vocals
[00:15.17] Garry Wilson on drums
[00:16.31] Ellen Kirkright, bass guitar
[00:18.38] Chris Caping, organ and banjo
[00:20.05] And uhm, Mick Graven, lead guitar lyricist Keith Reid
[00:23.51] All set? Okay
[00:25.23] KEZEW presents, Procol Harum
[00:28.20]
[00:53.71] Conquistador your stallion stands
[00:57.27] In need of company
[01:00.79] And like some angel's haloed brow
[01:04.50] You reek of purity
[01:07.29] I see your armour-plated breast
[01:11.22] Has long since lost its sheen
[01:14.83] And in your death mask face
[01:17.79] There are no signs which can be seen
[01:21.85] And though I hoped for somethin' to find
[01:25.54] I could see no maze to unwind
[01:31.60] Conquistador a vulture sits
[01:35.19] Upon your silver shield
[01:38.62] And in your rusty scabbard now
[01:42.48] The sand has taken seed
[01:45.35] And though your jewel-encrusted blade
[01:49.32] Has not been plundered still
[01:52.91] The sea has washed across your face
[01:56.72] And taken of its fill
[02:00.09] And though I hoped for somethin' to find
[02:03.67] I could see no maze to unwind
[02:06.95] And though I hoped for somethin' to find
[02:10.74] I could see no maze to unwind, yeah
[02:14.41]
[03:07.31] Conquistador there is no time
[03:11.05] I must pay my respect
[03:14.60] And though I came to jeer at you
[03:18.18] I leave now with regret
[03:21.06] And as the gloom begins to fall
[03:24.18] I see there is no, only all
[03:28.04] And though you came with sword held high
[03:31.68] You did not conquer, only die
[03:35.32] And though I hoped for somethin' to find
[03:38.85] I could see no maze to unwind
[03:42.36] And though I hoped for somethin' to find
[03:46.11] I could see no maze to unwind, yeah
[03:50.01]
[04:16.55] And though I hoped for somethin' to find
[04:19.85] I could see no maze to unwind
[04:24.56]
[04:32.33] Well laid
[04:33.38] (Everybody, yeah)
[04:36.04] Thank you my little friends, my Rodriguez
[04:39.99] And here we are on the studios
[04:42.32] We look day off, that's why we're uh
[04:44.74] Nice getting me out here in Dallas today
[04:47.28] After a rather disappointin' July the Fourth as a matter of fact, we- first time we've been here
[04:50.95] We always assumed it'll be a-, a grand celebration, we didn't see a soul on the streets
[04:55.84] The shops we're closed, the bars were closed
[04:58.63] Everybody's havin' a good time indoors I suppose
[05:01.18] Anyway, do the same thing this evenin'
[05:03.15] Next one we like to eh, carry on with is eh, one from the "Grand Hotel" album
[05:07.25] It's called "Bringing Home The Bacon"
[05:08.97]
[00:02.54] Welcome back to January Sounds Studios, thanks Garry for fillin' in while we were restringin' the banjo over there
[00:07.70] Welcome to the fourth and series live radio broadcast from January Sound, we're bringin' you Procol Harum
[00:12.66] Which is: Garry Brocker on piano and vocals
[00:15.17] Garry Wilson on drums
[00:16.31] Ellen Kirkright, bass guitar
[00:18.38] Chris Caping, organ and banjo
[00:20.05] And uhm, Mick Graven, lead guitar lyricist Keith Reid
[00:23.51] All set? Okay
[00:25.23] KEZEW presents, Procol Harum
[00:28.20]
[00:53.71] Conquistador your stallion stands
[00:57.27] In need of company
[01:00.79] And like some angel's haloed brow
[01:04.50] You reek of purity
[01:07.29] I see your armour-plated breast
[01:11.22] Has long since lost its sheen
[01:14.83] And in your death mask face
[01:17.79] There are no signs which can be seen
[01:21.85] And though I hoped for somethin' to find
[01:25.54] I could see no maze to unwind
[01:31.60] Conquistador a vulture sits
[01:35.19] Upon your silver shield
[01:38.62] And in your rusty scabbard now
[01:42.48] The sand has taken seed
[01:45.35] And though your jewel-encrusted blade
[01:49.32] Has not been plundered still
[01:52.91] The sea has washed across your face
[01:56.72] And taken of its fill
[02:00.09] And though I hoped for somethin' to find
[02:03.67] I could see no maze to unwind
[02:06.95] And though I hoped for somethin' to find
[02:10.74] I could see no maze to unwind, yeah
[02:14.41]
[03:07.31] Conquistador there is no time
[03:11.05] I must pay my respect
[03:14.60] And though I came to jeer at you
[03:18.18] I leave now with regret
[03:21.06] And as the gloom begins to fall
[03:24.18] I see there is no, only all
[03:28.04] And though you came with sword held high
[03:31.68] You did not conquer, only die
[03:35.32] And though I hoped for somethin' to find
[03:38.85] I could see no maze to unwind
[03:42.36] And though I hoped for somethin' to find
[03:46.11] I could see no maze to unwind, yeah
[03:50.01]
[04:16.55] And though I hoped for somethin' to find
[04:19.85] I could see no maze to unwind
[04:24.56]
[04:32.33] Well laid
[04:33.38] (Everybody, yeah)
[04:36.04] Thank you my little friends, my Rodriguez
[04:39.99] And here we are on the studios
[04:42.32] We look day off, that's why we're uh
[04:44.74] Nice getting me out here in Dallas today
[04:47.28] After a rather disappointin' July the Fourth as a matter of fact, we- first time we've been here
[04:50.95] We always assumed it'll be a-, a grand celebration, we didn't see a soul on the streets
[04:55.84] The shops we're closed, the bars were closed
[04:58.63] Everybody's havin' a good time indoors I suppose
[05:01.18] Anyway, do the same thing this evenin'
[05:03.15] Next one we like to eh, carry on with is eh, one from the "Grand Hotel" album
[05:07.25] It's called "Bringing Home The Bacon"
[05:08.97]