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The Cult are an English rock band that gained a dedicated following in their native Britain with mid-80s singles such as "She Sells Sanctuary" before breaking into the American metal market in the late-80s with songs such as "Love Removal Machine". Known for having "firmly set its sights on neo-metal godhood", the band fuses a heavy revivalist sound with "the pseudo-mysticism" of "The Doors, the guitar-orchestrations of Led Zeppelin, and the three-chord crunch of AC/DC, while adding touches of post-punk goth rock" in the words of critics.
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Down On Me (by The Cult)
I love this song, pity it's just a demo. It can be played with acoustic guitar
although chorus (and pre-chorus) are 5th with distortion.
Verse arrangements:
C Am Dm G
e--0--0--0--0--0--0--1-1h3-0--3--3--3--|
B--1--0--1--1--0--1--3-3---3--0--1--0--|
G--0--0--0--2--2--2--2-2---2--0--0--0--|
D--2--2--2--2--2--2--0-0---0--0--0--0--|
A--3--3--3--0--0--0-----------2--2--2--|
E-----------------------------3--3--3--|
INTRO
C Am Dm G x2
C Am Dm
The poet's head is dead
G
His words have been misread
C Am Dm
And the cynic's lips are dry
G C
His vulture tongue obsessed
(C) Dm
You gotta love the earth
G
Don't burn my wings
Em
Too close to the sun
CHORUS
Am C G
What the hell am I supposed to do
G C Am
When you're pushing hard on me
Am C G
who the hell am I supposed to be
G C Am
When you're bleeding all over me
C Dm G (G)
C
God knows I'm good
Am
So misunderstood
Dm G
Coming to you Ah-ah
C
I'm down on my own
Am
No spirit unknown
Dm G C
That's why I'm supposed to believe in you
(C) Dm
I love the earth
G
Don't burn my wings
Em
Too close to the sun
(CHORUS)
What the hell am I supposed to do
When you're pushing hard on me
who the hell am I supposed to be
When you're bleeding all over me
Am
Said it before
Em
Sayin' it again
(Em)
Holy fools yea
C Dm G G x2
(CHORUS)
What the hell am I supposed to do
When you're pushing hard on me
who the hell am I supposed to be
When you're bleeding hard for me
Am C G
What are you gonna do when the light gets in your eye
G C Am
You're gonna find that there's--there's life outside
Am C G
Who am I supposed to be
G C Am
When you're so hard, hard on me
OUTRO
(C) Am
Oh the poet's head is dead
Dm G
His words have been misread
C Am
The cynic's lips are dry
Dm G
His vulture tongue obsessed
(G) C
And he wants to know that God knows I'm good...
(Am) (Dm) (G) (C)
I love this song, pity it's just a demo. It can be played with acoustic guitar
although chorus (and pre-chorus) are 5th with distortion.
Verse arrangements:
C Am Dm G
e--0--0--0--0--0--0--1-1h3-0--3--3--3--|
B--1--0--1--1--0--1--3-3---3--0--1--0--|
G--0--0--0--2--2--2--2-2---2--0--0--0--|
D--2--2--2--2--2--2--0-0---0--0--0--0--|
A--3--3--3--0--0--0-----------2--2--2--|
E-----------------------------3--3--3--|
INTRO
C Am Dm G x2
C Am Dm
The poet's head is dead
G
His words have been misread
C Am Dm
And the cynic's lips are dry
G C
His vulture tongue obsessed
(C) Dm
You gotta love the earth
G
Don't burn my wings
Em
Too close to the sun
CHORUS
Am C G
What the hell am I supposed to do
G C Am
When you're pushing hard on me
Am C G
who the hell am I supposed to be
G C Am
When you're bleeding all over me
C Dm G (G)
C
God knows I'm good
Am
So misunderstood
Dm G
Coming to you Ah-ah
C
I'm down on my own
Am
No spirit unknown
Dm G C
That's why I'm supposed to believe in you
(C) Dm
I love the earth
G
Don't burn my wings
Em
Too close to the sun
(CHORUS)
What the hell am I supposed to do
When you're pushing hard on me
who the hell am I supposed to be
When you're bleeding all over me
Am
Said it before
Em
Sayin' it again
(Em)
Holy fools yea
C Dm G G x2
(CHORUS)
What the hell am I supposed to do
When you're pushing hard on me
who the hell am I supposed to be
When you're bleeding hard for me
Am C G
What are you gonna do when the light gets in your eye
G C Am
You're gonna find that there's--there's life outside
Am C G
Who am I supposed to be
G C Am
When you're so hard, hard on me
OUTRO
(C) Am
Oh the poet's head is dead
Dm G
His words have been misread
C Am
The cynic's lips are dry
Dm G
His vulture tongue obsessed
(G) C
And he wants to know that God knows I'm good...
(Am) (Dm) (G) (C)
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