Incubus

	  		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 
 
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                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# 
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