Tim Minchin (born 1975) is an Australian comedian, actor, composer, songwriter, pianist, musical director and a self proclaimed rock 'n' roll megastar.
He was born in Northampton, England, and grew up in Perth, Western Australia. He attended UWA (University of Western Australia) before launching onto the world stage at the 2005 Edinburgh Fringe Festival by winning the Best Newcomer Perrier Comedy Award.
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I hope someone better than me can improve this. The C -> B on "journal-oust" is very rough and needs improvement. I think the C#m with the decending root sounds right, but I'm not sure. Transcribing piano tunes on guitar is hard :(
AB or the review that you wrote, when I was new to this game.
C#mC#m/C But now the time has come,
C#m/BC#m/Bb I think I've dealt with my feelings at last.
F#m I really wanna forgive ya Phil,
BAB yeah I wanna put the past in the past-a
EG# Oh and as this is such a big tour,
ACB I thought I outta take the opportunity.
EG# 'Cause there's a pretty good chance somebody out there will know you,
AB Maybe they would pass on a message for me.
C#mC#m/CC#m/BC#m/Bb Just wanna say, Phil Daoust, occasional Guardian Newspaper journal-oust,
F#m That it's been three years since you wrote it,
G#m and time is very healing.
A But I still wanna cut big chunks of flesh out of your stupid face
B and make your children watch while I force you to eat them.
AB Yeah I wanna make your children watch you eat your own face-meat.
EB Ding Dang Ding Dang Dong,
C#mG#m This is my Phil Doust Song,
AE Everybody sing along,
A La la la la la la la,
BE I hope one of your family' members dies.
B Phil, Ding Dang Dong.
C#mG#m I've written you this special song,
AE to help you get the attention -
AB you obviously, desperately lack.
And I know that you're a smart man, and with such a fine mind, I guess it has to be hard- To resist throwing narcissistic, intellectual tantrums in the supermarket isles of your self-regard.
Just wanna say, Phil Daoust, I know it must be really hard to be a journal-oust. While a deadlines always looming, and the pressure to be entertaining. So maybe you should quit and get a job that you'd be better at - like killing yourself, you fucking cunt.
Ding Dang Ding Dang Dong, This is my Phil Doust Song, Everybody sing along, Tra la la la la la la, I hope something you love catches on fire. Phil, Ding Dang Dong. I've written you this special song, to show how far I've come along - in my efforts to be more mature in the face of negative feedback.