Obscurity Knocks
Obscurity Knocks -The Trash Can Sinatras
Lyrics by：John Douglas/Francis Reader/Paul Livingston
Composed by：John Douglas/Francis Reader/Paul Livingston
Always at the foot of the photograph–that's me there
Snug as a thug in a mugshot pose a foul-mouthed rogue
Owner of this corner and not much more
Still these days I'm better placed to get my just rewards
I'll pound out a tune and very soon
I'll have too much to say and a dead stupid name
Though I ought to be learning I feel like a veteran
Of oh I like your poetry but I hate your poems
Calendars crumble I'm knee deep in numbers
I've turned 21I'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
Come through I
Ought to be learning I feel like a veteran
Of oh I like your poetry but I hate your poems
Calendars crumble I'm knee deep in numbers
I've turned 21I've twist I'm bust and wrong again
Know what it's like
To sigh at the sight of the first quarter of life
Ever stopped to think and found out nothing was there
They laugh to see such fun
I'm playing blind man's bluff all by myself
All by myself
And they're chanting a line from a nursery rhyme
Ba ba bleary eyes–have you any idea
Years of learning I must be a veteran
Of oh I like your poetry but I hate your poems
And the calendar's cluttered with days that are numbered
I've turned 21I've twist I'm bust and wrong again
Ought to be learning
Twist I'm bust and wrong again
Feel like a veteran
Twist I'm bust and wrong again
Calendar's cluttered
With days that are numbered
And I know what it's like
To sigh at the sight
Of the first quarter of life
And I know what it's like
Obscurity KnocksLRC歌词
[00:00.178]Obscurity Knocks -The Trash Can Sinatras
[00:01.105]Lyrics by：John Douglas/Francis Reader/Paul Livingston
[00:02.322]Composed by：John Douglas/Francis Reader/Paul Livingston
[00:18.246]Always at the foot of the photograph–that's me there
[00:24.341]Snug as a thug in a mugshot pose a foul-mouthed rogue
[00:30.892]Owner of this corner and not much more
[00:34.716]Still these days I'm better placed to get my just rewards
[00:43.88]I'll pound out a tune and very soon
[00:47.483]I'll have too much to say and a dead stupid name
[00:51.572]Though I ought to be learning I feel like a veteran
[00:56.93]Of oh I like your poetry but I hate your poems
[01:00.869]Calendars crumble I'm knee deep in numbers
[01:04.664]I've turned 21I've twist I'm bust and wrong again
[01:15.387]Rubbing shoulders with the sheets till two
[01:20.218]Looking at my watch and I'm half-past caring
[01:24.250]In the lap of luxury it comes to mind
[01:28.194]Is this headboard hard am I a lap behind
[01:32.385]But to face doom in a sock-stenched room all by myself
[01:40.987]Is the kind of fate I never contemplate
[01:45.451]Lots of people would cry though none spring to mind
[01:49.369]Come through I
[01:50.273]Ought to be learning I feel like a veteran
[01:54.140]Of oh I like your poetry but I hate your poems
[01:58.730]Calendars crumble I'm knee deep in numbers
[02:02.890]I've turned 21I've twist I'm bust and wrong again
[02:07.750]Know what it's like
[02:10.62]To sigh at the sight of the first quarter of life
[02:14.934]Ever stopped to think and found out nothing was there
[02:29.391]They laugh to see such fun
[02:32.351]I'm playing blind man's bluff all by myself
[02:37.823]All by myself
[02:39.334]And they're chanting a line from a nursery rhyme
[02:43.790]Ba ba bleary eyes–have you any idea
[02:47.982]Years of learning I must be a veteran
[02:52.238]Of oh I like your poetry but I hate your poems
[02:56.320]And the calendar's cluttered with days that are numbered
[03:00.391]I've turned 21I've twist I'm bust and wrong again
[03:05.268]Ought to be learning
[03:07.179]Twist I'm bust and wrong again
[03:10.147]Feel like a veteran
[03:11.587]Twist I'm bust and wrong again
[03:14.131]Calendar's cluttered
[03:18.73]With days that are numbered
[03:21.959]And I know what it's like
[03:24.934]To sigh at the sight
[03:27.04]Of the first quarter of life
[03:31.131]And I know what it's like
