Shaving

Bm
                     F#7
I’ve been dragging razor blades
G                 D        A
over my face for about ten years straight,
Bm              F#7             G
from the week I turned thirteen.
      D           A
Well, yesterday I turned twenty-three.
Bm                             F#7
Dad used to joke that he could shave with a knife.
          G                 D        A
I’ve never seen a cut on his face in all of my life.
Bm        F#7
I hope my skin thickens
G                A
into the kind of man I want to be.

D | F#7 | Bm | G A

D                                  F#7
You’re numb? Yeah, sure, I’ve been numb.
                   Bm                   G               A
It’s when you have so many choices, you end up choosing none.
           D                         F#7
And you're bored, I think I know the sort.
                     Bm                   G     A
As long as you don’t end up there as your first resort.
           D             F#7
One time a drunk news presenter from RTE,
         Bm                            G          A
took the time out of her busy night to explain to me,
     D               F#7
that boredom is a pretty recent term
    Bm               G               A
and forty years ago, no one used the word

Bm                      G
   And there is so much more than this,
     D                     A             Bbdim
some people survive by the skin of their wrist.
Bm       G              D
   And I had to let you know.
     A   Bbdim D
Oh o-oh, oh oh

D | F#7 | Bm | G A

  D                        F#7                 Bm
I saw what was basically a child propped up on stage.
                    G                      A
He proceeded to say nothing in the loudest way.
  D                       F#7                 Bm
I lock my jaw so tight, point my eyes at the ground,
             G        A         D
in a futile effort to repel the sound.
                 F#7
As my mind starts to wander away,
   Bm                        G               A
it calls back just to ask me was I ever this way?
    D                           F#7
The chords seem so familiar, although his speech is slurred.
     Bm                 G                   A
I notice we’ve the same shaving lines as he utters the words:


Bm                      G
   And there is so much more than this,
     D                     A             Bbdim
some people survive by the skin of their wrist.
Bm       G              D
   And I had to let you know.
     A   Bbdim D
Oh o-oh, oh oh

D F#7 G / D Bm G / D F#7 G / Em G

   D               F#7
At six a.m., eight years ago,
      Bm                         G
I was lying in the middle of the Old Bawn Road,
        D                F#7
singing “I don’t care if any cars come,
        Bm     G
I won’t rise before the sun.”