Return to the Variety Club Gordon Cragg gallery.

"The show is over now, our soul is dying"

Gordon wearing a yellow rubber glove while holding the microphone belts into the shoe is over.

"The stage is empty now, the lights are fading".

Gordon with right hand holding a microphone to his wide open mouth and the left flung open in extravagant gesture apparently singinging impassionately, while behind Oz starts coiling up the unplugged microphone lead.

"You played the part so well, there's no denying
For I believed each lie from lips that I adored."

Gordon looking up and holding up right hand to the heavens.

"And as the curtain falls my heart calls tell me why
the show is over now, and here am I."

Gordon alone on the stage.

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