Chords
Incubus

Key: A

Introduction:

difficulty
hard |||||
 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

         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 
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

                                 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#4   F# 
I'm the producer of your nightmare and the performance has just begun
                         C#4   C#m 
It's just begun
 F#4   F#                         C#4   C#m   F#4   F#   C#4   C#m 
                      It's just begun
                 F#4                                               F# 
Your perimeter of courtiers jerk like celluloid puppets
               C#4                                                   C#m 
As you stutter paralysed with rabbit's eyes
 F#4                             F# 
Searing the shadows, flooding the wings
                     C#4                                       C#m 
To pluck elusive salvation from the understudy's lips
     F#4                                       F# 
Retrieve the soliloquy, maintain the obituary
       C#4                                                     C#m 
My cue line in the last act and you wait in silent solitude
                                 F#4                                   F#                                           C#4   C#m 
Waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt
                                 F#4                                   F#                                           C#4   C#m 
Waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt
               F#4     F#                           C# 
You've play   -   ed this scene before