Floyd Marsden - Here Lies A Rambler

[Verse]
F
I don’t know what you’re looking for in me
Bb
But I can guarantee it’s not gonna be
F
What you’d see
F
In any other artist
F
I’ve written songs about carbon and buses and drunks
Bb9
It’s hard to think of a word I haven’t sung
C
But despite all those topics and subjects and lines
Bb
I can’t escape the fact that I’m just shit at rhymes
C5
I’ll trade honesty for wordplay and I’d do it anyday
Bb9 Bb7 F
Honestly who writes honesty honestly anyway?

[Chorus]
F5 F
Coz polite discussion ain’t my thing
Bb5 Bb
I’ll just have to stick to jazz chords and ranting
G5 C5
And I got no clue what my legacy’ll be when I die
C C5
(When I die, when I die)
Bb9 Bb7 F
Here buried with a piano is some musical goblin guy
F F
(Goblin guy, goblin guy)
C5 Bb7
He wasn’t a musician
Bb F
Here lies a ramblеr!
F F
(Here lies a ramblеr)

[Verse]
F
I genuinely hate mainstream-loved songs
Bb
I reckon the auto tune phase has gone on too long
F
And if I hear one more pop song with the same four chords
Bb7
Or one more person choosing Taytay over Folds
F
I might just fuckin cry
Bb
I can’t be mainstream even if I try
C
I trade good music for average metaphors
Bb7
But when I make a stupid meta metaphor
C
I’m making that meta metaphor for you
Bb Bb7 F
My metaphor is meta for you

[Bridge]
Dm7/A Db/F
And I know this song needs a bridge of some kind
Dm7 Dm Db/F
But I just can’t get past this wall in my mind
F
So… fuck it

[Chorus]
F5 F
Coz four chord ballads ain’t my thing
Bb5 Bb9/F
I’ll just have to stick to jazz chords and ranting
G5 G/C
And I got no clue what my legacy’ll be when I die
C5 C5
(When I die, when I die)
Bb9 Bb7 F
Here buried with a piano is some musical goblin guy
F F
(Goblin guy, goblin guy)
C5 Bb7
He wasn’t a musician
Bb F
Here lies a ramblеr!
F F
(Here lies a ramblеr)

[Instrumental]
F Bb9 F Bb7 Cm7 Bb7 F

[Verse]
F
I don’t play many huge gigs
Bb
I’m not raking in cash by the figs
F
But perhaps maybe if you’re ever at a party
Bb7
Taking a break from drunks looking for someone arty
F
You might find there’s a guy in the corner of a room
Bb Bb7 Bbmaj13
Playing piano for hours, just some random fuckin blues
C
And even though he sits now smashing away at the keys
Bb
He’s just begging for some sweet release
C
Without worrying over inevitabilities and ends
Bb Bb7 F
And he can feel good about his piano and listen to his friends

[Chorus]
F5 F
Coz self confidence in music just ain’t his thing
Bb9 Bb5
He just sticks to bad chords and ranting
G5 C5
And he’s got no clue what his legacy’ll be when he dies
C C5
(When he dies, when he dies)
Bb Bb7 F
Here buried with a piano is some musical goblin guy
F F
(Goblin guy, goblin guy)
C5 Bb7
He wasn’t a musician
Bb F
Here lies a ramblеr!
F F
(Here lies a ramblеr)

[Outro]
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