Chords for Trashcan Sinatras - Obscurity Knocks
Tempo:
112 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
Bm
D
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[N] [A]
[Bm]
[A]
[Bm]
[A] Always at the boot of the [Bm] photographs, that's me there, snug as a thug and [A] a mug shot, those
of Almodóvar, [Bm] owner of his corner, not much more.
[A] Still he says, I'm better to [D] live, than to get my just [E] reward.
[A] I'll find out that you've been embarrassed, and I'll [D] have to do my bit, say goodnight,
[E] that stupid name.
And [A] though I ought to be learning, [E] I feel like a veteran, [A] oh, I like your [E] poetry, but
I hate your poem.
[A] Gallows, that's [E] crumpled up knees, deep and numbered, [A] earned twenty one, [E] I'm pissed on
for some wrong [A] I get.
[Bm]
[A] Move up and shoulders with the sheets still too, [Bm] looking at my watch and I'm half-assed
caring, [A] and the laugh of luxury comes to me.
[Bm] Is this headboard hard, am I a lot behind, what's [A] your face do, in a soft-faced [D] room,
all by [E] myself.
It's [A] the kind of thing I never contemplate, [D] lots of people with cries, they're gonna [E] spray
[A] through mine.
And though I ought [D] to be learning, [E] I feel like a veteran, [A] oh, I like your poetry, [E] but
I [Bm] hate your poem.
[A] Gallows, that's crumpled [E] up knees, deep and numbered, [A] earned twenty one, I'm [E] pissed on
for some wrong [D] I get.
No one is [G] like the side of the [D] side of the first quarter of [Bm] life, ever stops to think
[A] and find that nothing [D] was there.
[Bm] [D] [Bm]
[E] They love to [A] see such fun, I'm playing blind man's bluff, [Bm] all by myself.
[D]
I'm [A] just chanting a line from a nursery rhyme, said, [E] fa-fa-weary [Bm] eyes, have you any idea,
[A] yeah, it's my turn [E] and I'm a feel veteran, [A] oh, I like your poetry, [E] but I hate your poems.
[A] Gallows, that's crumpled up [E] knees, deep and numbered, [A] earned twenty one, I'm [E] pissed on
for some wrong [A] I get.
[E] Pissed on [C#m] for some wrong [A] I get.
[E] Pissed on for some wrong [A] I get.
Yeah.
[E]
[A] [E] [F#m] Ooh.
[A] No one [E] is like the side of [A] the side of the first quarter [E] of life, [A] but I know what it's [E] like.
[A] [E]
[A] [E]
[A] [E]
[A] [E]
[A] [E]
[A] [E]
[A] [E]
[Bm]
[A]
[Bm]
[A] Always at the boot of the [Bm] photographs, that's me there, snug as a thug and [A] a mug shot, those
of Almodóvar, [Bm] owner of his corner, not much more.
[A] Still he says, I'm better to [D] live, than to get my just [E] reward.
[A] I'll find out that you've been embarrassed, and I'll [D] have to do my bit, say goodnight,
[E] that stupid name.
And [A] though I ought to be learning, [E] I feel like a veteran, [A] oh, I like your [E] poetry, but
I hate your poem.
[A] Gallows, that's [E] crumpled up knees, deep and numbered, [A] earned twenty one, [E] I'm pissed on
for some wrong [A] I get.
[Bm]
[A] Move up and shoulders with the sheets still too, [Bm] looking at my watch and I'm half-assed
caring, [A] and the laugh of luxury comes to me.
[Bm] Is this headboard hard, am I a lot behind, what's [A] your face do, in a soft-faced [D] room,
all by [E] myself.
It's [A] the kind of thing I never contemplate, [D] lots of people with cries, they're gonna [E] spray
[A] through mine.
And though I ought [D] to be learning, [E] I feel like a veteran, [A] oh, I like your poetry, [E] but
I [Bm] hate your poem.
[A] Gallows, that's crumpled [E] up knees, deep and numbered, [A] earned twenty one, I'm [E] pissed on
for some wrong [D] I get.
No one is [G] like the side of the [D] side of the first quarter of [Bm] life, ever stops to think
[A] and find that nothing [D] was there.
[Bm] [D] [Bm]
[E] They love to [A] see such fun, I'm playing blind man's bluff, [Bm] all by myself.
[D]
I'm [A] just chanting a line from a nursery rhyme, said, [E] fa-fa-weary [Bm] eyes, have you any idea,
[A] yeah, it's my turn [E] and I'm a feel veteran, [A] oh, I like your poetry, [E] but I hate your poems.
[A] Gallows, that's crumpled up [E] knees, deep and numbered, [A] earned twenty one, I'm [E] pissed on
for some wrong [A] I get.
[E] Pissed on [C#m] for some wrong [A] I get.
[E] Pissed on for some wrong [A] I get.
Yeah.
[E]
[A] [E] [F#m] Ooh.
[A] No one [E] is like the side of [A] the side of the first quarter [E] of life, [A] but I know what it's [E] like.
[A] [E]
[A] [E]
[A] [E]
[A] [E]
[A] [E]
[A] [E]
[A] [E]
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[N] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ Always at the boot of the [Bm] photographs, that's me there, snug as a thug and [A] a mug shot, those
of _ Almodóvar, [Bm] owner of his corner, not much more.
[A] Still he says, I'm better to [D] live, than to get my just [E] reward. _
[A] I'll find out that you've been embarrassed, and I'll [D] have to do my bit, say goodnight,
[E] that stupid name.
And [A] though I ought to be learning, [E] I feel like a veteran, [A] oh, I like your [E] poetry, but
I hate your poem.
[A] _ Gallows, that's [E] crumpled up knees, deep and numbered, [A] earned twenty one, [E] I'm pissed on
for some wrong [A] I get.
_ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] Move up and shoulders with the sheets still too, [Bm] looking at my watch and I'm half-assed
caring, [A] and the laugh of luxury comes to me.
[Bm] Is this headboard hard, am I a lot behind, what's [A] your face do, in a soft-faced [D] room,
all by [E] myself.
It's [A] the kind of thing I never _ contemplate, [D] lots of people with cries, they're gonna [E] spray
[A] through mine.
And though I ought [D] to be learning, [E] I feel like a veteran, [A] oh, I like your poetry, [E] but
I [Bm] hate your poem.
[A] Gallows, that's crumpled [E] up knees, deep and numbered, [A] earned twenty one, I'm [E] pissed on
for some wrong [D] I get.
No one is [G] like the side of the [D] side of the first quarter of [Bm] life, ever stops to think
[A] and find that nothing [D] was there. _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ They love to [A] see such fun, I'm playing blind man's bluff, [Bm] _ all by myself.
[D] _
I'm [A] just chanting a line from a nursery rhyme, said, [E] fa-fa-weary [Bm] eyes, have you any idea,
[A] yeah, it's my turn [E] and I'm a feel veteran, [A] oh, I like your poetry, [E] but I hate your poems.
[A] Gallows, that's crumpled up [E] knees, deep and numbered, [A] earned twenty one, I'm [E] pissed on
for some wrong [A] I get.
_ _ _ [E] Pissed on [C#m] for some wrong [A] I get.
_ _ [E] Pissed on for some wrong [A] I get.
Yeah.
_ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [F#m] Ooh.
_ [A] _ No one [E] is like the side of [A] the side of the first quarter [E] of life, _ [A] but I know what it's [E] like. _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ Always at the boot of the [Bm] photographs, that's me there, snug as a thug and [A] a mug shot, those
of _ Almodóvar, [Bm] owner of his corner, not much more.
[A] Still he says, I'm better to [D] live, than to get my just [E] reward. _
[A] I'll find out that you've been embarrassed, and I'll [D] have to do my bit, say goodnight,
[E] that stupid name.
And [A] though I ought to be learning, [E] I feel like a veteran, [A] oh, I like your [E] poetry, but
I hate your poem.
[A] _ Gallows, that's [E] crumpled up knees, deep and numbered, [A] earned twenty one, [E] I'm pissed on
for some wrong [A] I get.
_ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] Move up and shoulders with the sheets still too, [Bm] looking at my watch and I'm half-assed
caring, [A] and the laugh of luxury comes to me.
[Bm] Is this headboard hard, am I a lot behind, what's [A] your face do, in a soft-faced [D] room,
all by [E] myself.
It's [A] the kind of thing I never _ contemplate, [D] lots of people with cries, they're gonna [E] spray
[A] through mine.
And though I ought [D] to be learning, [E] I feel like a veteran, [A] oh, I like your poetry, [E] but
I [Bm] hate your poem.
[A] Gallows, that's crumpled [E] up knees, deep and numbered, [A] earned twenty one, I'm [E] pissed on
for some wrong [D] I get.
No one is [G] like the side of the [D] side of the first quarter of [Bm] life, ever stops to think
[A] and find that nothing [D] was there. _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [D] _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ They love to [A] see such fun, I'm playing blind man's bluff, [Bm] _ all by myself.
[D] _
I'm [A] just chanting a line from a nursery rhyme, said, [E] fa-fa-weary [Bm] eyes, have you any idea,
[A] yeah, it's my turn [E] and I'm a feel veteran, [A] oh, I like your poetry, [E] but I hate your poems.
[A] Gallows, that's crumpled up [E] knees, deep and numbered, [A] earned twenty one, I'm [E] pissed on
for some wrong [A] I get.
_ _ _ [E] Pissed on [C#m] for some wrong [A] I get.
_ _ [E] Pissed on for some wrong [A] I get.
Yeah.
_ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ [E] _ _ [F#m] Ooh.
_ [A] _ No one [E] is like the side of [A] the side of the first quarter [E] of life, _ [A] but I know what it's [E] like. _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
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