Baylis Road is a thoroughfare in Lambeth, London SE1, England running between Westminster Bridge Road to the South-West and Waterloo Road to the North-East.
At its northern end Baylis Road continues North-East as The Cut. The Old Vic Theatre is located on The Cut where the roads meet. Waterloo Station is to the north.
To the South the road crosses Westminster Bridge Road and continues as Kennington Road (the A23). Lambeth North tube station is located at this junction.
Waterloo Gallery, established in 1997 and close to the South Bank arts area of London, is at 14 Baylis Road. The Waterloo Action Centre is also located here.
The Duke of Sussex public house is at 23 Baylis Road. Historically, this served beer from the now defunct Truman, Hanbury, Buxton & Co Ltd brewery in London.
The road is named after Lilian Baylis (1874–1937), a theatrical producer and manager, who managed the Old Vic Theatre. Previously, the road was called Oakley Street, since when the route of the road has been moved at its northern end to merge with Lower Marsh.
With handmade silver sparkles
Like a well-dressed sequined whore
Your lady-like deceptions
Keep reaching out for more
And you ask me for nothing
And nothing's not enough
And the fisherman he puts a claim on you
But it's nothing but a bluff
So with jealous hands tied round my back
I stumble 'cross the floor
Not knowing how to speak
I keep reaching for the door
I know you know me well I say
'Cause I'm the palace guard
Remember me, we made love today
At the King's bazaar
And you look at me with eyes that never see
I can feel something start to die inside of me
So before you show me everything
There's something you must know
I've worked with your friend John the Geek
And his sidewalk travelin show
I know your childhood tailored dreams are very well disguised
So you don't have to fake it anymore it's all been memorized
And you speak in wordless freedoms never seen
Now I realize to you it's all a dream
And you speak to me with feelings
As real as sealing wax
As the nearness dawns the moth is gone
Leaving trailless tracks
All you village people
Sing your songs of the morning sunlit sky
Don't you think it's time we moved along
Said the raven to the fly