four idiots
60s, psychedelic, experimental British indie
four idiots
60s, psychedelic, experimental British indie
Lyrics
Intro
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four idiots
Verse 1
we met in a room that smelled of carpet
and someone's mum's lasagne, 1973
four people with four completely different problems
who somehow all arrived at the same key
Gerald had a theory about everything
which meant he was wrong about most of it
Dennis played the tambourine too loudly
and never once apologised for it
Maureen kept a notebook full of grievances
filed alphabetically, updated weekly
and I was there because I had nowhere better
which is how the best things happen, really
Pre-Chorus
we didn't have a plan
we didn't have a sound
we had a broken amp
and Gerald falling down
Chorus
four idiots
in a room that didn't want us
four idiots
making noise that no one asked for
four idiots
with our magnificent disasters
four idiots
going nowhere
slightly faster
four idiots
four idiots
Verse 2
we rehearsed on Tuesdays in the wrong key
Maureen's notebook now included Dennis
Gerald rewrote all the songs on Wednesday
by Thursday we had burned the lot of them
we played a pub in Rotherham one evening
eleven people, eight of them were staff
the barman asked us kindly not to come back
we took it as a standing ovation, laughed
there's a photograph somewhere of the four of us
outside that pub in someone's dodgy coat
we all look like we've just invented something
we hadn't, but we thought we had — and that's the note
Pre-Chorus
we didn't have a future
we didn't have a past
we had a Tuesday habit
going nowhere fast
Chorus
four idiots
in a room that didn't want us
four idiots
making noise that no one asked for
four idiots
with our magnificent disasters
four idiots
going nowhere
slightly faster
four idiots
four idiots
Bridge
here's the thing about four idiots
none of them know they're the idiot
each one thinks the other three
are marginally worse than them
and that's the engine, that's the motor
that keeps the whole thing barely running
four egos poorly insulated
four delusions, quite becoming
Maureen's notebook had a section
labeled: things we almost got right
one page, entirely empty
which tells you everything, alright
Final Chorus
four idiots
who somehow made it Tuesday
four idiots
who showed up, which is something
four idiots
with our magnificent disasters
four idiots
going nowhere
but together
four idiots
four idiots
four beautiful idiots
Outro
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two
three
four idiots
we should do this again sometime
Gerald