Sometimes I long for the solitary life
[G]Parents long gone, no kids, no wife
[A]Sister somewhere in Aust[G]ralia never did ke[D]ep in touch
Sex no more than a how-do-ye-do
[G]With a copy of Tit-Bits in the loo
[A]Socially a bit of a f[G]ailure, nice not to have to tr[D]y too much
Chorus:
[D]A solitary life, a l[G]ife of small h[D]orizons
[Em]Dull as the [C]pewter sky o[G]ver North West El[D]even
A serious hobby in the garden shed
Model trains, or soldiers in lead
Join the suburban boffins of Britain, experts on trivial things
And holidays in the Yorkshire Dales
Or cycling tours of the North of Wales
Unenvious of those flea-bitten on continental flings
Chorus
Excitement comes by subtle means
The satisfaction of routines
Small revenges at the office, smug little victories
You work on your pallor, complexion like paste
Like the grey defeat on an inmates face
A life spent adding losses and profits, resigning by degrees
Chorus
And come to the end, sad and alone
A steady reliable tumour you?ve grown
From selfish years, while all your peers have stressfully jogged to health
In life you always were quite numb
And foggier now, you soon succumb
In drab St. Barts on the new by-pass, death overcomes by stealth
Chorus
by: Jos Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com
[G]Parents long gone, no kids, no wife
[A]Sister somewhere in Aust[G]ralia never did ke[D]ep in touch
Sex no more than a how-do-ye-do
[G]With a copy of Tit-Bits in the loo
[A]Socially a bit of a f[G]ailure, nice not to have to tr[D]y too much
Chorus:
[D]A solitary life, a l[G]ife of small h[D]orizons
[Em]Dull as the [C]pewter sky o[G]ver North West El[D]even
A serious hobby in the garden shed
Model trains, or soldiers in lead
Join the suburban boffins of Britain, experts on trivial things
And holidays in the Yorkshire Dales
Or cycling tours of the North of Wales
Unenvious of those flea-bitten on continental flings
Chorus
Excitement comes by subtle means
The satisfaction of routines
Small revenges at the office, smug little victories
You work on your pallor, complexion like paste
Like the grey defeat on an inmates face
A life spent adding losses and profits, resigning by degrees
Chorus
And come to the end, sad and alone
A steady reliable tumour you?ve grown
From selfish years, while all your peers have stressfully jogged to health
In life you always were quite numb
And foggier now, you soon succumb
In drab St. Barts on the new by-pass, death overcomes by stealth
Chorus
by: Jos Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com
