Joseph Arthur – Creation Or A Stain (Guitar)
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[Verse 1]
Em I got a God in my head, tells me that I'm crazy Em Got a God in my head, says that I'm crazy G An angry little God punching all my scars Em Another little God, tells me that I'm lazy G Em A useless piece of shit with no love to give at all now Em The smallest God there, thinks that I'm the greatest G Tells me no one else could be as good as me Em I listen to them all, I was a disc jockey of consequences G Little propagandist selling misery Em I built the tune and I got to get away G Assure me that I wouldn't do exactly beats the pain Em No one sees me down there and, no one's getting in G I got a needle pack of shackles, and a quart of country gin Em I drink and shoot and smoke until the only voice I hear G Em Is the one tells me those other people, don't let anybody near Em G No don't let anybody near G Em No don't let anybody near Em G No don't let anybody near
[Verse 2]
Em Oh now the telephone is ringing, the walls are falling down G Em The sea-birds are singing, my soul's nowhere around Em I have made myself a mai-tai, I have damned myself again G Em I have eaten all my children, I've tightened up my skin G I'm a walking crucifixion, I'm a fucked-up memory G Consuming all that's left, of my mother's misery Em I'm sucking on Satan's tit, she's milking me her poison flow G Em I drink until I'm convinced there's no place left to go G No there's no place left to go Em Oh no, no, no, there's no place left to go G No, no, no, there's no place left to go Em No, no, no, there's no place left to go
[Verse 3]
Em Now I drink until the pain is dry, I know it never is G Sometimes though, I guess I think that I'm the best Em Until the morning after when I wake up with the guilt G Of burning down all the things my sacred hands have built Em And throwing out all the love you know I never felt G Now, you know I never felt Em Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know I never felt G Yeah, you know I never felt
[Verse 4]
Em Let's make our torture grandiose, personal hell can be unique G You bring it on yourself, burn out when you might peak Em The Holy Ghost is exiled from your heart and from your soul Em G If you control it it's no fun, and if it's fun you've lost control Em Your past is plagiarism, your symbols have dried up G Your corruption's as confused, as old lovers that you've dumped Em Like some hidden toxic fume, your soul dissipates G Into the ozone of guilty acts eroded, all the things you hate Em There's bodies dancing crazed, sexual heat G Praise the inner orgy the way starving people eat Em Regret weight overwhelms, at times bodies fall G Bankrupt from the beaten, let's split one more eight-ball Em Blue as beggars, beaten, bleeding, tired eyes made of rust G And we all know when it gets like this there's no one you can trust Em No, there's no one you can trust G No, no, there's no one you can trust Em No, no, there's no one you can trust G No, no, there's no one you can trust
[Verse 5]
Em Some say the solution's locked in the sweat-box, I wouldn't know G I've never been there, I sold my keys to get a ride Em We sing along to forgotten AM radio stations G And drink expensive wine, toast the friends that we left hanging Em Like prisoners in conceit, we hurry through the cracks G Em I know for sure don't trust no one who says' they've got you back Em The windows all explode, outside the noise pollution blooms G Everyone's now hidden like cockroaches in dark rooms Em I've been brought back from the dead before, so anything can happen G Obsessed with tragic endings sounding now like Eric Clapton Em These are my wild years, I'm trying to enjoy the pain G The euphoria of dying, toxins wrestle in my brain Em We've all been leaders of corruption, we've all been spiders on the wall G Waiting for a hand to smash us, or the bloom of light to fall Em Is this guilt of just self-hatred, only wild uncontained G Em Leaking from a broken soul, is this creation or a stain Em G Is this creation or a stain G Em Is this creation or a stain