Incubus
Marillion
D
(início)
Am Em7 Am Em7 Am Em7 Am Em7 Oooh-wah, oooh-wah, oooh-wah, oooh-wah Am Em7 Am Em7 Am Em7 When footlights dim in reverence to prescient passion Am Em7 Am Em7 Am Em7 Forewarned, my audience leaves the stage, floating ahead perfumed shift Am Em7 Am Em7 Within the stammering silence, the face that launched a thousand frames Am Em7 Am Em7 Am Em7 Betrayed by a porcelain tear, a stained career Am Em7 Am Em7 Oooh-wah, oooh-wah Am Em7 Am Em7 Am Em7 Am Em7 You played this scene before, you played this scene before Am Em7 Am Em7 I, the mote in your eye, I, I, I, I, the mote in your eye Am Em7 Am Em7 A misplaced reaction, reaction Cm Gm7 Cm Gm7 Cm Gm7 Cm Gm7 Cm Em Am Bm The darkroom unleashes imagination in pornographic images Em In which you will always be the star, always be the star, untouchable Am Unapproachable, constant in the darkness, in the darkness (in the darkness) Bm Nursing an erection, a misplaced reaction Em With no flower to place before this gravestone Am And the walls become enticingly newspaper thin Bm But that would be developing the negative view Em And you have to be exposed in voyeuristic colour Am Bm The public act, let you model your shame on the mannequin catwalk, catwalk Em Let the cats walk (and the cat walks) Am Em7 Am Em7 Oooh-wah, oooh-wah Am Em7 Am Em7 Am Em7 Am Em7 I've played this scene before, I've played this scene before Am Em7 Am Em7 I, the mote in your eye, I, I, I, I, the mote in your eye Am Em7 Am Em7 A misplaced reaction, satisfaction Am "An irritating speck of dirt that came from absolutely nowhere" Em D A Em D A You can't brush me under the carpet, you can't hide me under the stairs Em D A The custodian of your private fears, your leading actor of yesteryear Em D Who as you crawled out of the alleys of obscurity A Sentenced to rejection in the morass of anonymity Em D A You who I directed with a lover's will, you who I let hypnotise the lens Em D You who I let bathe in the spotlight's glare A Em D You who wiped me from your memory like a greasepaint mask A Just like a greasepaint mask F#m C#m D E F#m C#m D E F#m C#m D E F#m C#m D E F#m C#m D E F#m C#m D E F#m C#m D E But now I'm the snake in the grass, the ghost of film reels past F#m C#m D E F#sus4 F# I'm the producer of your nightmare and the performance has just begun C#sus4 C#m It's just begun F#sus4 F# C#sus4 C#m F#sus4 F# C#sus4 C#m It's just begun F#sus4 F# Your perimeter of courtiers jerk like celluloid puppets C#sus4 C#m As you stutter paralysed with rabbit's eyes F#sus4 F# Searing the shadows, flooding the wings C#sus4 C#m To pluck elusive salvation from the understudy's lips F#sus4 F# Retrieve the soliloquy, maintain the obituary C#sus4 C#m My cue line in the last act and you wait in silent solitude F#sus4 F# C#sus4 C#m Waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt F#sus4 F# C#sus4 C#m Waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt F#sus4 F# C# You've play - ed this scene before
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