Biography:
King Creosote is the stagename of Scottish singer-songwriter Kenny Anderson (from Fife, Scotland). Anderson began recording albums under the name King Creosote in 1995. Since then, Anderson has released over forty albums, beginning with "Queen Of Brush County" in 1998. During this time, Anderson has performed with Skuobhie Dubh Orchestra and Khartoum Heroes. He is also a member of Scottish-Canadian 'supergroup', The Burns Unit.
A popular misconception is that this is the name of the band featuring him and not just his stage name.
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Bats in the Attic by King Creosote and Jon Hopkins from their collaborative album: "Diamond Mine"
Enjoy!
Capo 1. fret
C / Dsus / Em / C
C G
And I've gone silver on my travels,
Am G D
growing silver in my sideburns. I'm starting to unravel her,
C G
My heartbeats on a downhill,
Am Em Dsus
I counted eighty on my pulse as Kilrenny Church struck three for three o'clock.
C G D Em
What else?
C G D Em
What else?
C G
And you said twelve years in retirement.
Am G D
The hours go by like sips of water. The record lies unbroken,
C G
and no doubt, it's white flour in my diet.
Am Em D C G D Em
It's going to be the death of me, sweet drumroll for those embittered big ideas.
C G D Em
It's such a waste of all that I had.
C G D Em
It's such a waste of all that I had.
You mentioned bats in the attic,
so now you're lifting up the tiles to get around these conservation rules.
I walked down in the basement.
I'm hanging upside down, a gag across my mealy mouth.
And how I'll laugh out loud about that.
When I read your simple novel, it uses all our real names.
And go make yourself a fortune,
there's nothing left for us then us left dangling just a little shamefaced.
It's such a waste of what we had.
And it's such a waste of all that we had.
And it's such a waste of all that I am.
Enjoy!
Capo 1. fret
C / Dsus / Em / C
C G
And I've gone silver on my travels,
Am G D
growing silver in my sideburns. I'm starting to unravel her,
C G
My heartbeats on a downhill,
Am Em Dsus
I counted eighty on my pulse as Kilrenny Church struck three for three o'clock.
C G D Em
What else?
C G D Em
What else?
C G
And you said twelve years in retirement.
Am G D
The hours go by like sips of water. The record lies unbroken,
C G
and no doubt, it's white flour in my diet.
Am Em D C G D Em
It's going to be the death of me, sweet drumroll for those embittered big ideas.
C G D Em
It's such a waste of all that I had.
C G D Em
It's such a waste of all that I had.
You mentioned bats in the attic,
so now you're lifting up the tiles to get around these conservation rules.
I walked down in the basement.
I'm hanging upside down, a gag across my mealy mouth.
And how I'll laugh out loud about that.
When I read your simple novel, it uses all our real names.
And go make yourself a fortune,
there's nothing left for us then us left dangling just a little shamefaced.
It's such a waste of what we had.
And it's such a waste of all that we had.
And it's such a waste of all that I am.
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