Peter Hammill - (On Tuesdays She Used to do) Yoga (chords)
Dm9...Dm9#5 = alternate between the two, listen to the original to get the rhythm
On Tuesdays she used to do yoga
While I'd sit and watch the box
In a vegetable way,
But always ready to say
To myself that I was an artist,
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Implying that she was not.
It's funny the way that self-pity
Can take over from self-esteem;
Well, I was the prince of pride,
And though I'd cheat I never lied,
As if that were enough to make her happy,
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As if that could satisfy her dreams.
Too late now to say that I'm so sorry,
Too late to say that I can change and mend
The things that hurt.
She didn't need to worry,
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She always knew I'd get there in the end.
Now I'm tying myself up in contortions,
Don't know if yoga will do me any good.
It's about time I tried,
Though I'd rather be inside from the cold,
Still, I never did that when I could.
I never did the things that really mattered,
There seemed to be some key I couldn't find
To unlock myself;
I could have done it with her help,
But I was too busy scrabbling for each moment;
Now I don't know what I did with all the time.
Sometimes I'd play the wild rover,
Sometimes I'd just get smashed all day...
On Tuesdays she used to do yoga,
On Tuesday she went away.