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Obscurity Knocks
43,960
Rock
Obscurity Knocks fue lanzado el 25 de junio de 1990 por UMC (Universal Music Catalogue) como parte del álbum Cake
album cover
ÁlbumCake
Fecha de lanzamiento25 de junio de 1990
Sello discográficoUMC (Universal Music Catalogue)
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM111

Créditos

Artistas intérpretes
Trashcan Sinatras
Trashcan Sinatras
Intérprete
Francis Reader
Francis Reader
Voces
John Douglas
John Douglas
Guitarra
Paul Livingston
Paul Livingston
Guitarra
George McDaid
George McDaid
Bajo eléctrico
Stephen Douglas
Stephen Douglas
Batería
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Francis Reader
Francis Reader
Autoría
John Douglas
John Douglas
Composición
Paul Livingston
Paul Livingston
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
Roger Bechirian
Roger Bechirian
Producción
Tony Harris
Tony Harris
Ingeniería
Peter Rose
Peter Rose
Ingeniería
John Leckie
John Leckie
Ingeniería de mezcla

Letra

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 but that stupid name
And 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 twenty one I've twist, I'm bust and wrong again
Rubbing shoulders with the sheets 'til two
Looking at my watch and I'm half past caring
In the lap of luxury it comes to me
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
And 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 twenty one I'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
And they're chanting a line from a nursery rhyme sayin'
"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 twenty one I'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
But I know what it's like
Written by: Francis Reader, John Douglas, Paul Livingston
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