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Nobody would believe me if I said what this is really about so make up your own story.
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6-4-3
Nobody can find me,
I'm hidden away
No one to remind me,
That I'm on display
I'm sittin' here wondrin',
What this is about
But I'll keep myself out of
The range of a shout.
Then the king of all the gambles
Did yell and scream for more
Oblivious of outcasts
Condemned with keeping score.
Livin' life in a glass house,
People see what you do
And I've lived a whole lifetime
In the last year or two
But without all the mood pills
We'd be at a loss
I've rolled like a stone but
Still gathered the moss.
Then the king let loose his thunder on
Those not in uniform
They'd dared invade his sanctum
And refused to conform.
"Hey, why don't we fight them?"
Said the rogue on his right.
"We'll do it to spite them,"
His face beaming bright
But the youth on the far deck,
His face showing fear,
Withdrew and looked groundward
With the king drawing near.
Then the strongest one of all them
Forced the king to play his hand
The king was soon relieved of
The hated contraband
Look to age for its wisdom
And for spirit from youth
And the whys and wherefores
Slowly drift from the truth
Then sitting in silence,
His position secure
He knew in his own mind
He'd soon call them sir.
Then the court laid down its judgment
Backed by my doubtful oath
I gave my last direction
Dissolve and lose them both . . .
Nobody can find me. . .
Nobody can find me,
I'm hidden away
No one to remind me,
That I'm on display
I'm sittin' here wondrin',
What this is about
But I'll keep myself out of
The range of a shout.
Then the king of all the gambles
Did yell and scream for more
Oblivious of outcasts
Condemned with keeping score.
Livin' life in a glass house,
People see what you do
And I've lived a whole lifetime
In the last year or two
But without all the mood pills
We'd be at a loss
I've rolled like a stone but
Still gathered the moss.
Then the king let loose his thunder on
Those not in uniform
They'd dared invade his sanctum
And refused to conform.
"Hey, why don't we fight them?"
Said the rogue on his right.
"We'll do it to spite them,"
His face beaming bright
But the youth on the far deck,
His face showing fear,
Withdrew and looked groundward
With the king drawing near.
Then the strongest one of all them
Forced the king to play his hand
The king was soon relieved of
The hated contraband
Look to age for its wisdom
And for spirit from youth
And the whys and wherefores
Slowly drift from the truth
Then sitting in silence,
His position secure
He knew in his own mind
He'd soon call them sir.
Then the court laid down its judgment
Backed by my doubtful oath
I gave my last direction
Dissolve and lose them both . . .
Nobody can find me. . .
alley-oop
Nice playing throughout, I like the "I've lived a life-time in the last year or two" I'd like to see the lyrics so I read along while I listen. Good tune, Thanks!