The Scaffold
Elton John Lyrics


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In Orient where wise I was
To please the way I live
Come give the beggar chance at hand
His life is on his lip

Three score a thousand times
Where once in Amazon
Where Eldorado holds the key
No keeper holds my hand

Unchain the gate of solitude
The ruler says you run
Run hard unto the scaffold high
Your chance to jump the gun

Oh how high the scaffold grows
The plant life of your widow
In black lace curtains brought you near
From out the plate glass window

The Minotaur with bloody hands
Is enraged by the sun
Caged he by the corpses
Brought forth by the dawn

In Orient is as I told
The buckshee hangman swears
For open crypts to silence
Nylon knots to sway by prayer

In Orient where wise I was
To please the way I live




Come give the beggar chance at hand
His life is on his lip

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Elton John's song The Scaffold are quite enigmatic, but they seem to be exploring themes of death, power, and isolation. The first verse suggests that the singer has lived in the East, and has learned a certain wisdom there that has guided his life. He then calls for someone to give a beggar a chance, noting that the beggar's life is in danger. The next verse is more abstract, referencing the Amazon and Eldorado. It seems to suggest that there may be a treasure or key (possibly to life or wisdom) that is guarded, but that the singer is not afraid to face this challenge alone. The third verse is perhaps the most chilling, describing a scaffold or gallows that grows higher and higher, with plants growing all around it. The widow of someone who has died is also mentioned, as if to suggest that death and suffering are inevitable. The Minotaur with bloody hands is a reference to a mythological creature that was half man and half bull, and was kept in a labyrinth where it was said to have killed many people. The final verse returns to the Orient, where the hangman uses nylon knots to execute people silently in crypts. The final line, "his life is on his lip," suggests that our lives are fragile and can be taken away at any moment.


Line by Line Meaning

In Orient where wise I was
I was once in the East, where I gained much wisdom


To please the way I live
I learned to live in a way that satisfied me


Come give the beggar chance at hand
Give the poor man a chance to improve his life


His life is on his lip
His survival depends on someone's generosity


Three score a thousand times
I have lived for many years


Where once in Amazon
I once visited the Amazon region


Where Eldorado holds the key
Where the mythical land of Eldorado is believed to exist


No keeper holds my hand
No one guides or controls my actions


Unchain the gate of solitude
Let me out of my loneliness and isolation


The ruler says you run
The authority commands you to flee


Run hard unto the scaffold high
Run towards the execution platform quickly


Your chance to jump the gun
Your opportunity to gain an advantage by acting early


Oh how high the scaffold grows
The execution platform keeps getting taller


The plant life of your widow
The widow's plants are growing


In black lace curtains brought you near
Your widow's mourning clothes remind you of her


From out the plate glass window
You can see out the window, but cannot touch


The Minotaur with bloody hands
A monster with bloody hands


Is enraged by the sun
The sun makes the monster angry


Caged he by the corpses
Trapped by the dead bodies


Brought forth by the dawn
The corpses were discovered in the morning light


In Orient is as I told
As I said before, in the East


The buckshee hangman swears
The executioner promises


For open crypts to silence
To bury the dead secretly


Nylon knots to sway by prayer
To hang people by nylon rope




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BERNIE TAUPIN, ELTON JOHN

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Peter Harthen


on Sacrifice

not like todays crap

Peter Harthen


on Sacrifice

Even at 56 years old, this music still sounds so good to me, how music should sound.....

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