Thy Damnation Slumbereth Not Half Man Half Biscuit
I?m gonna gra[G]b myself an industry insider mask and blag my way into the aftershow[C].[D] [G]
I wanna get in amongst the baying hordes of resting actors
Who?ve just got back from visiting Nairobi slums for Comic Relief
And now they?re gonna spend the next six weeks sitting in the vestibule
Waiting for the Farmfoods phone call. The Farmfoods phone call.
I?m gonna be apprehended by some mandatory galoot with a handheld camera
Who?ll point it in my face and say: ?Who are you, and what do you do??
And I?ll say ?I?m a counterblast to Agnosticism ? how do you do?
And he?ll go away immediately.
I wanna meet Howard Marks if I can but they say that I can?t
I need four different wristbands.
[D]Follow me oh [C]follow, [D]down to the [C]hollow, and [D]there we will [C]wallow.
[G] There?s a Britpop refugee, walking up to me and his face is hollow from seasons of disappointment
And he starts blathering on about his latest project
Already being dismissed by the most unlikeliest of cable stations:
It?s a dot com sit com, about a hip hop chip shop.
[C] [D] [C] [D] [C] [D]
Chatto and Windus sitting in a tree d-i-s-s-i-n-g Keith Allen?s autobiography.
[G] I?m just trying to break the drudgery of the downstairs maid
I?m just trying to write the sort of tune you could maybe hum
While waiting for your lover on a railway platform.
I wanna meet Howard Marks if I can but they say that I can?t.
[D]Follow me oh [C]follow, [D]down to the [C]hollow, and [D]there we will [C]wallow.
[G] I want to perch myself halfway up a metal staircase with the Polydor Girls and talk about meerkats
And come out with statements like
?Well of course music these days is the slave of mammon and as a result it has become corrupt and shallow
Its real essence is industry; its moral purpose is the acquisition of money;
Its aesthetic pretext is the entertainment of those who are bored.
So yes, we?re really excited about going back into the studio
Hotly tipped, highly anticipated and slated? for release?.
I wanna meet Howard Marks if I can but they say that I can?t
He?s talking to Ian Broudie.
(N.C.)
And come four o?clock if I?m still on my feet
There?s a bloke over there who said I could meet?????.. Ken [G]Livingstone.
Well I?m just a primitive creature of the heath so excuse my savage ignorance
But if I?m still on my feet at four o?clock I?ll be stealing the lead off the roof.
[D]Follow me oh [C]follow, [D]down to the [C]hollow, and [D]there we will [C]wallow.
[G]Stealing the [C]lead off the [D]roof, [G]stealing the [C]lead off the [D]roof
[G]Stealing the [C]lead off the [D]roof, [G]stealing the [C]lead off the [D]roof.
Come [G]saddle my [C]milk white [D]steed, I?ve [G]seen much [C]more than I [D]need
And I [G]know that you [C]won?t heed the [D]call, so I [G]sprayed it [C]onto the [D]wall.
[G]Thy dam[C]nation [D]slumbereth not, [G]thy dam[C]nation [D]slumbereth not
G C D G C D G C D (x3) G
Thy damnation slumbereth not, thy damnation slumbereth not.
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