VERSE
C
Sleeping by day
Am
Working by night
F
Blocking out everything
G
Shunning the light
Not answering calls
Not ever no more
Blocking the windows
And locking the door
LIFT
Dm
Oh
G
I have to find
CHORUS
C. F
I'm a man in the middle of something
Am F
What it is ain't exactly clear
Am
But I hope and I pray
F
And I work every day
G
And if I know if God's willing I'll make it someday
C F
I'm a man in the middle of something
BRIDGE
Em Am
It's an answer that I have in mind
F G
The question is harder to find
VERSE
Reading the star light
Reading the signs
Channeling everything
A man of the times
Going on feeling
Building it up
No explanation
Talking is tough
LIFT
CHORUS
I'm a man in the middle of something
It's not finished, I don't know where it ends
Still I'll follow it through
Now inspite you
And I'll write you with progress if I ever I do
I'm a man in the middle of something
BRIDGE
MIDDLE
Am C
I've given up everything to get here
F C
My concentration is complete
Am C
But I'm still on a mission to get there
F G
What I've done they'll all say was a feat
CHORUS
Wednesday, 18 April 2012
Monday, 16 April 2012
Out of our hands
VERSE
G
We strive out for glories
C
Our lives are just stories
G C
We write as we're rushing along
Caught in the cycle
Conformist and tribal
And so much is out of our hands
(Out of our hands)
VERSE
It's not a descision
It's the way that you're living
That decides how you live out your days
Under this roof
We both live with the proof
That if you want to get on getaway
(Get on get away)
BRIDGE
A B C
Don't beat yourself up over something that you can't change
CHORUS
G C D
All the things you can turn into
And all your life is up to you
But don't be like the ones who suffer
Promise me you won't turn into your mother
VERSE
G
We strive out for glories
C
Our lives are just stories
G C
We write as we're rushing along
Caught in the cycle
Conformist and tribal
And so much is out of our hands
(Out of our hands)
VERSE
It's not a descision
It's the way that you're living
That decides how you live out your days
Under this roof
We both live with the proof
That if you want to get on getaway
(Get on get away)
BRIDGE
A B C
Don't beat yourself up over something that you can't change
CHORUS
G C D
All the things you can turn into
And all your life is up to you
But don't be like the ones who suffer
Promise me you won't turn into your mother
VERSE
Thursday, 12 April 2012
Mr Smith
VERSE
Am. G. C.
There is a legend in the world of advertising
Am. G. C.
Perpetuated by those that have survived him
Am. F
Whenever he is near
Am. F
Troublemakers disappear
Am. G. C.
The ideas always first with Mr Smith
VERSE
From DDB to TBWA
None survived who stood up in his way
He just cut short their careers
He's a synonym for fear
The ideas always first with Mr Smith
VERSE
His own career you think would be quite short
In fact his services are highly sort
He always get the job done
That's why he's No.1
The ideas always first with Mr Smith
CHORUS
C. Am. F. G
Scott Smith, the advertising killer
Scott Smith, from Moscow to Manilla
Scott Smith, he's firm but fair
Scott Smith, he really really cares
VERSE
In London there was a junior account handler
Who he worked with on an ad for procter and gambler
The poor boy changed his copy
They never found the body
The ideas always first with Mr Smith
VERSE
He made an amazing ad for Tate and Lyle
The Art Director caused a fuss about house style
They found that he'd been hung
By his mouse cable he swung
The ideas always first with Mr Smith
VERSE
There was a CD with an ego in Chicago
Who imposed on him a creative embargo
He unfortunately retired
When a printer backfired
The ideas always first with Mr Smith
INSTRUMENTAL
VERSE
If he's ever in your meeting you won't notice
As you focus on account execs that protest
Then in the morning you're surprised
To hear that half of them have died
The idea's always first with Mr Smith
CHORUS
(From Stockholm to Seville)
MIDDLE
Am Em
He's quiet and methodical
Am Em
And will never compromise
Am Em
To him it's purely logical
Am G
He doesn't value lives
He's focused on the show
Work is his endeavour
People come and go
But awards last forever
VERSE
As he freelanced alone from town to town
The myth built up and followed him around
But you don't have to be told
More than the truth that can be sold
The ideas always first with Mr Smith
VERSE
Whenever young account execs are naughty
The CD tells to them a bedtime story
Afterwards they're wise
They know not to criticize
Or they'll meet a famous freelancer Mr Smith
Am. G. C.
There is a legend in the world of advertising
Am. G. C.
Perpetuated by those that have survived him
Am. F
Whenever he is near
Am. F
Troublemakers disappear
Am. G. C.
The ideas always first with Mr Smith
VERSE
From DDB to TBWA
None survived who stood up in his way
He just cut short their careers
He's a synonym for fear
The ideas always first with Mr Smith
VERSE
His own career you think would be quite short
In fact his services are highly sort
He always get the job done
That's why he's No.1
The ideas always first with Mr Smith
CHORUS
C. Am. F. G
Scott Smith, the advertising killer
Scott Smith, from Moscow to Manilla
Scott Smith, he's firm but fair
Scott Smith, he really really cares
VERSE
In London there was a junior account handler
Who he worked with on an ad for procter and gambler
The poor boy changed his copy
They never found the body
The ideas always first with Mr Smith
VERSE
He made an amazing ad for Tate and Lyle
The Art Director caused a fuss about house style
They found that he'd been hung
By his mouse cable he swung
The ideas always first with Mr Smith
VERSE
There was a CD with an ego in Chicago
Who imposed on him a creative embargo
He unfortunately retired
When a printer backfired
The ideas always first with Mr Smith
INSTRUMENTAL
VERSE
If he's ever in your meeting you won't notice
As you focus on account execs that protest
Then in the morning you're surprised
To hear that half of them have died
The idea's always first with Mr Smith
CHORUS
(From Stockholm to Seville)
MIDDLE
Am Em
He's quiet and methodical
Am Em
And will never compromise
Am Em
To him it's purely logical
Am G
He doesn't value lives
He's focused on the show
Work is his endeavour
People come and go
But awards last forever
VERSE
As he freelanced alone from town to town
The myth built up and followed him around
But you don't have to be told
More than the truth that can be sold
The ideas always first with Mr Smith
VERSE
Whenever young account execs are naughty
The CD tells to them a bedtime story
Afterwards they're wise
They know not to criticize
Or they'll meet a famous freelancer Mr Smith
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