The Guy That No-One Really Knows
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No-one was sure when he moved there
It's like he just appeared
Kinda old, not young
No interesting features ('cept a beard)
And he only came out from his house to get his weekly mail
And to collect some stamps and envelopes
Always without fail
This day, his neighbour came and knocked
"Hello! my name is Joan
I rarely see you leave your house
Do you live here alone?"
He oddly recognized her
As a "yes" escaped his mouth
"Could you come in a sec?
I need to figure some things out."
The town pretty much carries on its day
And the people all go about their way
The sun may shine but the wind blows cold
And it carries whispers and secrets told
And that's how it goes
For the guy that no-one really knows
So, William was the postal man
That Joan was married to
He saw the two of them converse
From down a street or two
And he watched an hour till finally
They both stepped back outside
They hugged, he squeezed her hand
She stroked his face there as he cried
A man of rocky temperament
Was William to be sure
He fumed back to the mailroom
Angrily he slammed his door
Unconscious thought is a funny thing
And rage is hard to hide
No less when staring at a carton of Rodenticide
"We gave you up, but understand
I was a nervous dumb young man
And I know it's hard but keep it quiet for now
We must get hold of your Mum somehow
I will write back home"
Said the guy that no-one really knows
There's no relief from loneliness
For that there's no respite
It just makes you make poor choices
That will keep you up at night
And what's the point of jealousy?
What even is it for?
That bitter claim of ownership
Over what your heart adores
And if you can't speak the words and thoughts
Your stormy brain'll bring
You can write 'em down and send 'em off
It's mostly the same thing
They only thought something was up
When his mailbox overflowed
A month or so of letters
Scattered all over the road
They found him on a Monday
Inside his house alone
With no suspicious circumstances
Cause of death unknown
Said Joan "Oh Bill, he was my Dad
He told me back in June"
He began to shake and nervously
That William left the room
And the next day, well, she found him hanging
Swinging in the breeze
With a letter of confession
In the pocket of his jeans
"I don't know how to think too much
The glue would sting as the tongue did touch
I saw you two and I jumped the gun
I can't handle the guilt over what I done"
But the town pretty much carried on its day
And the people all went about their way
The sun will burn and the winds howl cold
It'll carry the tales and the stories old
It carried them, too, about the guy that no-one really knew
Oh his time was due, the guy that no-one really knew
And it's mostly true
This story of the guy that no-one really knew
And thus concludes my yarn
About the guy that no-one really knew
It's like he just appeared
Kinda old, not young
No interesting features ('cept a beard)
And he only came out from his house to get his weekly mail
And to collect some stamps and envelopes
Always without fail
This day, his neighbour came and knocked
"Hello! my name is Joan
I rarely see you leave your house
Do you live here alone?"
He oddly recognized her
As a "yes" escaped his mouth
"Could you come in a sec?
I need to figure some things out."
The town pretty much carries on its day
And the people all go about their way
The sun may shine but the wind blows cold
And it carries whispers and secrets told
And that's how it goes
For the guy that no-one really knows
So, William was the postal man
That Joan was married to
He saw the two of them converse
From down a street or two
And he watched an hour till finally
They both stepped back outside
They hugged, he squeezed her hand
She stroked his face there as he cried
A man of rocky temperament
Was William to be sure
He fumed back to the mailroom
Angrily he slammed his door
Unconscious thought is a funny thing
And rage is hard to hide
No less when staring at a carton of Rodenticide
"We gave you up, but understand
I was a nervous dumb young man
And I know it's hard but keep it quiet for now
We must get hold of your Mum somehow
I will write back home"
Said the guy that no-one really knows
There's no relief from loneliness
For that there's no respite
It just makes you make poor choices
That will keep you up at night
And what's the point of jealousy?
What even is it for?
That bitter claim of ownership
Over what your heart adores
And if you can't speak the words and thoughts
Your stormy brain'll bring
You can write 'em down and send 'em off
It's mostly the same thing
They only thought something was up
When his mailbox overflowed
A month or so of letters
Scattered all over the road
They found him on a Monday
Inside his house alone
With no suspicious circumstances
Cause of death unknown
Said Joan "Oh Bill, he was my Dad
He told me back in June"
He began to shake and nervously
That William left the room
And the next day, well, she found him hanging
Swinging in the breeze
With a letter of confession
In the pocket of his jeans
"I don't know how to think too much
The glue would sting as the tongue did touch
I saw you two and I jumped the gun
I can't handle the guilt over what I done"
But the town pretty much carried on its day
And the people all went about their way
The sun will burn and the winds howl cold
It'll carry the tales and the stories old
It carried them, too, about the guy that no-one really knew
Oh his time was due, the guy that no-one really knew
And it's mostly true
This story of the guy that no-one really knew
And thus concludes my yarn
About the guy that no-one really knew
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.89] No-one was sure when he moved there
[00:06.44] It's like he just appeared
[00:08.86] Kinda old, not young
[00:10.41] No interesting features ('cept a beard)
[00:14.89] And he only came out from his house to get his weekly mail
[00:20.88] And to collect some stamps and envelopes
[00:24.46] Always without fail
[00:26.92] This day, his neighbour came and knocked
[00:30.30] "Hello! my name is Joan
[00:33.22] I rarely see you leave your house
[00:36.30] Do you live here alone?"
[00:39.42] He oddly recognized her
[00:42.24] As a "yes" escaped his mouth
[00:45.35] "Could you come in a sec?
[00:47.57] I need to figure some things out."
[00:51.71] The town pretty much carries on its day
[00:56.02] And the people all go about their way
[01:01.48] The sun may shine but the wind blows cold
[01:05.92] And it carries whispers and secrets told
[01:10.31] And that's how it goes
[01:13.01] For the guy that no-one really knows
[01:20.45] So, William was the postal man
[01:23.52] That Joan was married to
[01:26.46] He saw the two of them converse
[01:29.45] From down a street or two
[01:32.44] And he watched an hour till finally
[01:35.55] They both stepped back outside
[01:38.62] They hugged, he squeezed her hand
[01:40.76] She stroked his face there as he cried
[01:44.77] A man of rocky temperament
[01:47.80] Was William to be sure
[01:50.65] He fumed back to the mailroom
[01:53.39] Angrily he slammed his door
[01:56.73] Unconscious thought is a funny thing
[01:59.99] And rage is hard to hide
[02:02.72] No less when staring at a carton of Rodenticide
[02:09.12] "We gave you up, but understand
[02:13.89] I was a nervous dumb young man
[02:18.76] And I know it's hard but keep it quiet for now
[02:23.49] We must get hold of your Mum somehow
[02:27.59] I will write back home"
[02:30.59] Said the guy that no-one really knows
[02:35.15]
[03:23.41] There's no relief from loneliness
[03:26.45] For that there's no respite
[03:29.11] It just makes you make poor choices
[03:31.94] That will keep you up at night
[03:35.32] And what's the point of jealousy?
[03:38.45] What even is it for?
[03:41.52] That bitter claim of ownership
[03:44.46] Over what your heart adores
[03:47.88] And if you can't speak the words and thoughts
[03:50.65] Your stormy brain'll bring
[03:53.68] You can write 'em down and send 'em off
[03:57.22] It's mostly the same thing
[03:58.52] They only thought something was up
[04:01.30] When his mailbox overflowed
[04:04.58] A month or so of letters
[04:07.40] Scattered all over the road
[04:10.40] They found him on a Monday
[04:13.66] Inside his house alone
[04:16.60] With no suspicious circumstances
[04:20.18] Cause of death unknown
[04:22.60] Said Joan "Oh Bill, he was my Dad
[04:25.73] He told me back in June"
[04:28.63] He began to shake and nervously
[04:31.62] That William left the room
[04:34.69] And the next day, well, she found him hanging
[04:38.14] Swinging in the breeze
[04:40.75] With a letter of confession
[04:43.83] In the pocket of his jeans
[04:48.43] "I don't know how to think too much
[04:53.14] The glue would sting as the tongue did touch
[04:58.55] I saw you two and I jumped the gun
[05:02.51] I can't handle the guilt over what I done"
[05:07.71] But the town pretty much carried on its day
[05:12.33] And the people all went about their way
[05:17.79] The sun will burn and the winds howl cold
[05:22.10] It'll carry the tales and the stories old
[05:26.79] It carried them, too, about the guy that no-one really knew
[05:32.81] Oh his time was due, the guy that no-one really knew
[05:38.83] And it's mostly true
[05:40.92] This story of the guy that no-one really knew
[05:45.16] And thus concludes my yarn
[05:47.12] About the guy that no-one really knew
[05:49.94]
[00:06.44] It's like he just appeared
[00:08.86] Kinda old, not young
[00:10.41] No interesting features ('cept a beard)
[00:14.89] And he only came out from his house to get his weekly mail
[00:20.88] And to collect some stamps and envelopes
[00:24.46] Always without fail
[00:26.92] This day, his neighbour came and knocked
[00:30.30] "Hello! my name is Joan
[00:33.22] I rarely see you leave your house
[00:36.30] Do you live here alone?"
[00:39.42] He oddly recognized her
[00:42.24] As a "yes" escaped his mouth
[00:45.35] "Could you come in a sec?
[00:47.57] I need to figure some things out."
[00:51.71] The town pretty much carries on its day
[00:56.02] And the people all go about their way
[01:01.48] The sun may shine but the wind blows cold
[01:05.92] And it carries whispers and secrets told
[01:10.31] And that's how it goes
[01:13.01] For the guy that no-one really knows
[01:20.45] So, William was the postal man
[01:23.52] That Joan was married to
[01:26.46] He saw the two of them converse
[01:29.45] From down a street or two
[01:32.44] And he watched an hour till finally
[01:35.55] They both stepped back outside
[01:38.62] They hugged, he squeezed her hand
[01:40.76] She stroked his face there as he cried
[01:44.77] A man of rocky temperament
[01:47.80] Was William to be sure
[01:50.65] He fumed back to the mailroom
[01:53.39] Angrily he slammed his door
[01:56.73] Unconscious thought is a funny thing
[01:59.99] And rage is hard to hide
[02:02.72] No less when staring at a carton of Rodenticide
[02:09.12] "We gave you up, but understand
[02:13.89] I was a nervous dumb young man
[02:18.76] And I know it's hard but keep it quiet for now
[02:23.49] We must get hold of your Mum somehow
[02:27.59] I will write back home"
[02:30.59] Said the guy that no-one really knows
[02:35.15]
[03:23.41] There's no relief from loneliness
[03:26.45] For that there's no respite
[03:29.11] It just makes you make poor choices
[03:31.94] That will keep you up at night
[03:35.32] And what's the point of jealousy?
[03:38.45] What even is it for?
[03:41.52] That bitter claim of ownership
[03:44.46] Over what your heart adores
[03:47.88] And if you can't speak the words and thoughts
[03:50.65] Your stormy brain'll bring
[03:53.68] You can write 'em down and send 'em off
[03:57.22] It's mostly the same thing
[03:58.52] They only thought something was up
[04:01.30] When his mailbox overflowed
[04:04.58] A month or so of letters
[04:07.40] Scattered all over the road
[04:10.40] They found him on a Monday
[04:13.66] Inside his house alone
[04:16.60] With no suspicious circumstances
[04:20.18] Cause of death unknown
[04:22.60] Said Joan "Oh Bill, he was my Dad
[04:25.73] He told me back in June"
[04:28.63] He began to shake and nervously
[04:31.62] That William left the room
[04:34.69] And the next day, well, she found him hanging
[04:38.14] Swinging in the breeze
[04:40.75] With a letter of confession
[04:43.83] In the pocket of his jeans
[04:48.43] "I don't know how to think too much
[04:53.14] The glue would sting as the tongue did touch
[04:58.55] I saw you two and I jumped the gun
[05:02.51] I can't handle the guilt over what I done"
[05:07.71] But the town pretty much carried on its day
[05:12.33] And the people all went about their way
[05:17.79] The sun will burn and the winds howl cold
[05:22.10] It'll carry the tales and the stories old
[05:26.79] It carried them, too, about the guy that no-one really knew
[05:32.81] Oh his time was due, the guy that no-one really knew
[05:38.83] And it's mostly true
[05:40.92] This story of the guy that no-one really knew
[05:45.16] And thus concludes my yarn
[05:47.12] About the guy that no-one really knew
[05:49.94]