Song #468 That You Forgot You Loved – Or Maybe You Have Never Heard Of In Your Entire Life

I made a mix CD for some friends recently and dusted off a Trashcan Sinatras CD to add the song “Obscurity Knocks.” And I haven’t stopped listening to the song since (except for Christmas songs to Bryan’s everlasting regret).

Through the beauty of YouTube, I can bring you the video:

I have always loved the lyrics to this song too.

always at the foot of the photograph – that’s me there
snug as a thug in a mugshot pose, a foul-mouthed rogue
owner of this corner and not much more
still these days i’m better placed to get my just rewards
i’ll pound out a tune and very soon
i’ll have too much to say and a dead stupid name

though i ought to be learning i feel like a veteran
of “oh, i like your poetry – but I hate your poems”
calendars crumble, i’m knee deep in numbers
i’ve turned 21, i’ve twist, i’m bust and wrong again

Rubbing shoulders with the sheets till two
Looking at my watch and I’m half-past caring
In the lap of luxury, it comes to mind
Is this headboard hard? Am I a lap behind?
But to face doom in a sock-stenched room all by myself
Is the kind of fate I never contemplate
Lots of people would cry, though none spring to mind

know what it’s like
to sigh at the sight of the first quarter of life?
ever stopped to think and found out nothing was there?

Aren’t we ever-so-clever in our early twenties???