Obscurity Knocks

INTRO:  A

A                                 
Always at the foot of the 
     Bm
photograph - that's me there
                    A
Snug as a thug in a mugshot pose
Bm
Owner of this corner and not much 
more
           A                      
Still these days I'm better placed
D                 E
 to get my just rewards
            A
I'll pound out a tune and very soon
           D                       
I'll have too much to say and a 
     E
dead stupid name

CHORUS
          A                       
Though I ought to be learning I feel
E
 like a veteran
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     A                      E
Of "Oh I like your poetry but I hate
 your poems"
A                      E
Calendars crumble I'm knee deep in 
numbers
A                 E              
Turned 21, I've twist, I'm bust 
            A
and wrong again


Rubbing shoulders with the sheets 
till two
Looking at my watch and I'm 
half-past caring
In the lap of luxury it comes to 
mind
Is this headboard hard? Am I a lap 
behind?
But to face doom in a sock-stenched 
room all by myself
Is the kind of fate I never 
contemplate
Lots of people would cry though none
 spring to mind

D
Know what it's like
To sigh at the sight of the first 
quarter of life?
Bm                           D
Every stopped to think and found out
 nothing was there?

E                       A
They laugh to see such fun
                           Bm   
Playing Blind Man's Bluff all by 
        D
myself
A
And they're chanting a line from a 
nursery rhyme
E                          D
"Ba Ba Bleary Eyes - Have you any 
idea?"

A                    E         A
The calendar's cluttered with 
               E
days that are numbered