Trashcan Sinatras - Obscurity Knocks Ukulele

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Obscurity Knocks

INTRO:  C

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

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

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

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

C                    G         C               G
The calendar's cluttered with days that are numbered

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