Obscurity Knocks chords by Trashcan Sinatras

?Obscurity Knocks?
By Trashcan Sinatras
Written by Paul Livingston

INTRO - Amaj7 Bm7 (x2)

Amaj7                Bm7
Always at the foot of the photograph that's me there snug as a thug in a
Amaj7               Bm7
Mugshot pose a foul-mouthed rogue owner of his corner and not much more
      A        Amaj7 D        E
Still these days I'm better placed to get my just rewards
      A          Amaj7     D             E
I'll pound out a tune and very soon I'll have too much to say and a dead stupid name

E7      A      D     E       E7
And though i ought to be learning i feel like a veteran
  A       D   E         Bm
Of "oh i like your poetry but I hate your poems"
A     D      E        E7
Calendars crumble I'm knee deep in numbers
   A    D    E             Bm  A
I've turned 21, I've twist, I'm bust and wrong again

Bm7

Amaj7                   Bm7
Rubbing shoulders with the sheets till two looking at my watch and I'm half-past caring
Amaj7                     Bm7
In the lap of luxury it comes to mind is this headboard hard? am i a lap behind?
    A              Amaj7 D    E
But to face doom in a sock-stenched room all by myself
    A             Amaj7     D              E
Is the kind of fate i never contemplate lots of people would cry though none spring to mind

E7      A      D     E       E7
And though i ought to be learning i feel like a veteran
  A       D   E         Bm
Of "oh i like your poetry but I hate your poems"
A     D      E        E7
Calendars crumble I'm knee deep in numbers
   A    D    E             Bm  A
I've turned 21, I've twist, I'm bust and wrong again

D       Gmaj7        D               Gmaj7
Know what it's like to sigh at the sight of the first quarter of life?
   Em9         A6sus
Ever stopped to think and found out nothing was there?


SOLO - D G D (x3) Bm E


         A                Amaj7 Bm    D
They laugh to see such fun I'm playing blind man's bluff all by myself
      A               Amaj7 E            Bm    D
And they're chanting a line from a nursery rhyme "ba ba bleary eyes - have you any idea?"



A    D     E      E7
Years of learning i must be a veteran
  A       D      E      Bm
Of "oh i like your poetry but I hate your poems"
    A     D       E        E7
And the calendar's cluttered with days that are numbered
   A    D    E             Bm
I've turned 21, I've twist, I'm bust and wrong again...