Biography:
Douglas Noël Adams (11th March 1952–11th May 2001) was an English radio comic dramatist and novelist, most notably of the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series. Hitchhiker's began on radio, and developed into a "trilogy" of five books (which sold more than fifteen million copies during his lifetime), as well as a television series, a stage show, a comic book series, a computer game, and a feature film that was completed after Adams's death.
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'MARVIN' (Adams/Moore/Sinclair)
Bm (G or A) then B
I'm just a robot and I know my place
A metal servant to the human race
I work my can off trying to satisfy
I know they'll disconnect me by and by
Bm .... A (B)
Marvin...!
Chip on my shoulder made of silicon
My printed circuit's like a lexicon
Ten billion logic functions, maybe more
They make me pick the paper off the floor
G F# F B
Solitary solinoid Terminally paranoid, Marvin
B / A / G / E
Know what makes me really mad?
They clean me with a Brillo Pad
A carwash wouldn't be so bad
Life? Don't talk to me about life
I'm so depressed I could expectorate
My moving parts are in a squalid state
I want to rust in peace, switch off and lie
In that great junk yard in the sky
Nothing left to be enjoyed
Every diode rheumatoid
Outer alloy Inner void
Happiness has been destroyed
'MARVIN'S LULLABY'
C Em Am (F, Dm, F7)
Now the world has gone to bed
Darkness won't engulf my head
I can see by infra-red
C G C
How I hate the night
Now I lay me down to sleep
Try to count electric sheep
Sweet dream wishes you can keep
How I hate the night
Bm (G or A) then B
I'm just a robot and I know my place
A metal servant to the human race
I work my can off trying to satisfy
I know they'll disconnect me by and by
Bm .... A (B)
Marvin...!
Chip on my shoulder made of silicon
My printed circuit's like a lexicon
Ten billion logic functions, maybe more
They make me pick the paper off the floor
G F# F B
Solitary solinoid Terminally paranoid, Marvin
B / A / G / E
Know what makes me really mad?
They clean me with a Brillo Pad
A carwash wouldn't be so bad
Life? Don't talk to me about life
I'm so depressed I could expectorate
My moving parts are in a squalid state
I want to rust in peace, switch off and lie
In that great junk yard in the sky
Nothing left to be enjoyed
Every diode rheumatoid
Outer alloy Inner void
Happiness has been destroyed
'MARVIN'S LULLABY'
C Em Am (F, Dm, F7)
Now the world has gone to bed
Darkness won't engulf my head
I can see by infra-red
C G C
How I hate the night
Now I lay me down to sleep
Try to count electric sheep
Sweet dream wishes you can keep
How I hate the night
Downtown Fiction
Downtown Sasquat (...)
Dowsing
Doyle Lawson
Doyoulike?
Dr. Noise
Dr. Seuss
Drab Majesty
Draco And The Ma (...)
Draft Punk