Obscurity Knocks

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