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Obscurity Knocks
43.956
Rock
Obscurity Knocks foi lançado em 25 de junho de 1990 por UMC (Universal Music Catalogue) como parte do álbum Cake
album cover
ÁlbumCake
Data de lançamento25 de junho de 1990
SeloUMC (Universal Music Catalogue)
Melodicidade
Acusticidade
Valence
Dançabilidade
Energia
BPM111

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Trashcan Sinatras
Trashcan Sinatras
Interpretação
Francis Reader
Francis Reader
Vocais
John Douglas
John Douglas
Violão
Paul Livingston
Paul Livingston
Violão
George McDaid
George McDaid
Baixo
Stephen Douglas
Stephen Douglas
Bateria
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Francis Reader
Francis Reader
Composição
John Douglas
John Douglas
Composição
Paul Livingston
Paul Livingston
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Roger Bechirian
Roger Bechirian
Produção
Tony Harris
Tony Harris
Engenharia
Peter Rose
Peter Rose
Engenharia
John Leckie
John Leckie
Engenharia (mixagem)

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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