I Don´t Even Know Myself

The Who

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Capo on 3 Intro:          |          |             |             |          |          |             |                |            |          |            |              |                                                                  There’s- verse 1:                       |                        |                   nothin’ in the way I        walk               that can                       |                       | tell you where I’m          going.                 There’s                       |                        | nothing in the words I       speak              that can                       |                        | betray anything I’m         knowing.                Don’t |                           |                         | think about the way I       dress.                 You can                              |                         | fit me on a labeled shelf                                   |                             |      Don’t pretend that you  know me              ’cause                      |                       |   I don’t even know my-self                 I don’t know my-                   |                     | self                                                                         |                     |                    |                        |           |            |     I don’t mind if you   try once in a              while.                    And-                    |                        |           |            |   I don’t mind if I     cry once in a              while.                    The-                    |                        |             |            |   doors aren’t shut as tight as they might        seem.                     And-                    |                        |           |            |     I’m just tryin to    fight my way out of this dream.                |                   |            |      |                                                                          Don’t- verse 2:                       |                        |                   listen to the words I        say               weighing up                       |                       | if I’m                    en-lightened.               Don’t                       |                        | shiver as you pass me by                    ’cause mister                       |                        | I’m the one who’s           frightened.                The                                |                         | police just came and         left;             they wanted                              |                         | me and no one else.                                   |                             |      Don’t pretend that you  know me              ’cause                      |                       |   I don’t even know my-self           I said I don’t know my-                   |                     | self                                                                         |                     | (Chorus) (verse 3 Instrumental) Interlude:                                            Do-                      |                       | you remember me?                            I-                      |                       | don’t remember you.                               |                       |        Do you still    love me?             You-                      |                       | know I think you do.                      |                       |           I have been      gone         and some                      |                       | prison warden knows my scream.                                          |                       |   I’m just tryin’ to     fight my way out of this                      |                       | dream. verse 4:                       |                        |                   There’s only five who know my real name.                My                       |                       | mother don’t believe they    know it.             What she                       |                        | called me is the way I’m     staying;                  And                       |                        | no one will ever blow it.                                 |                           |                         |    Come on all of you        big boys                              |                         |    Come on all of you        elves                                  |                             |      Don’t pretend that you  know me              ’cause                      |                       |   I don’t even know my-self                 I don’t know my-                   |                     | self                                                                         |                     | Outro:                   |             |         |                    |   I don’t mind if you  try once in a-while.                            And                   |             |         |             |   I don’t mind if I    cry once in a-while              | (ends on beat 1)

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empty heart empty heart A, A4, E, E4, Eadd2, D, F#m, Bm, G, C, E/G#, D/F#, E/B
empty heart empty heart Gmaj7, A7, F#m/A, Bm/A, A11, A, D, C, G, F, Am7, A4, E, B, Bm7, E/B, F#7, Bm
empty heart empty heart F, Gm, G#, Eb, Bb
empty heart empty heart C, Cmaj7, Am, G, G7, F, E, Em, D, A, Dbm, F#m, Bm
empty heart empty heart Bb, C, F, Dm, Eb, Gm7, Gm, Dm7, Cm7, G#, Fm, Bbm
empty heart empty heart C, G/B, C/Bb, C/A, C/G#, C/G, D4/F#, G4, G, Eb, Bb4, Bb, Eb/D, Cm, Cm7/Bb, Cm6/A, G7, F, D7, E7, Am, C7, B6/Eb
empty heart empty heart D, D7/C, G/B, C, Cadd9/D, Dm, G/C, G, A4, A, Eb, Bb, F, Dm7
empty heart empty heart F, Em, G, Dm, Bb, G#, Gmaj7
empty heart empty heart G, D, C
empty heart empty heart A, Amaj7, Am, F, C, Dm, Bb, G, D, E, G#, Cm, Eb, A/E
La chanson évoque une profonde introspection et un sentiment de désorientation. L'artiste exprime son incapacité à se comprendre lui-même et à se faire cerner par les autres. Il parle de l’errance et des luttes internes, utilisant des métaphores sur le passage et la perception de soi. Le ton est à la fois mélancolique et désespéré, soulignant un combat constant pour s'échapper d'une réalité qui ne semble pas correspondre à son identité. Le contexte de cette œuvre soulève des questions sur la quête d'authenticité dans un monde qui tend à juger et à catégoriser les individus. On sent une critique des attentes sociétales et la difficulté à dévoiler sa véritable essence, ce qui rend la chanson particulièrement pertinente dans une époque où chacun cherche à s'affirmer tout en étant confronté à des normes extérieures.