Biography:
Robbie Fulks is an alt country artist originally from Raleigh, North Carolina but is a longtime Chicago, Illinois resident. He has been active for many years and is still recording and performing music. Fulks is known for his disdain of mainstream modern country and the country music industry, as exemplified by his scorching rebuke of Nashville titled "Fuck This Town." His live performances feature improvised rearrangments of his original songs, off-the-cuff musical humor, and covers of songs by Michael Jackson and Cher, among others.
Read more on Last.fm
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
http://robbiefulks.com
Intro: E B F# B Bdim7 B
B F#
A world filled with wonder, a cold, fathomless sky
B
A man's life so meager, he can but wonder why
Bsus B7 E
He cries out to Heaven its truth to reveal
B F# B (Walkdown: B/A# B/G#)
The answer: only silence, for God isn't real.
F# E B
Go ask the starving millions under Stalin's cruel reign
F# E F#
Go ask the child with cancer who eases her pain
B B7 E
Then go to your churches, if that's how you feel
B F# B
But don't ask me to follow, for God isn't real.
He forms in his image a weak and foolish man
Speaks to him in symbols that few understand
For a life of devotion, the death blow he deals
We'd owe Him only hatred, but God isn't real.
Go tell the executioner of the power he can't defy
Go tell his shackled victim of the mercy on high...
Then go to your churches, go beg, pray, and kneel,
But don't ask me to follow, for God isn't real.
E B F# B Bdim7 B
No, no matter how He should be, God isn't real.
Intro: E B F# B Bdim7 B
B F#
A world filled with wonder, a cold, fathomless sky
B
A man's life so meager, he can but wonder why
Bsus B7 E
He cries out to Heaven its truth to reveal
B F# B (Walkdown: B/A# B/G#)
The answer: only silence, for God isn't real.
F# E B
Go ask the starving millions under Stalin's cruel reign
F# E F#
Go ask the child with cancer who eases her pain
B B7 E
Then go to your churches, if that's how you feel
B F# B
But don't ask me to follow, for God isn't real.
He forms in his image a weak and foolish man
Speaks to him in symbols that few understand
For a life of devotion, the death blow he deals
We'd owe Him only hatred, but God isn't real.
Go tell the executioner of the power he can't defy
Go tell his shackled victim of the mercy on high...
Then go to your churches, go beg, pray, and kneel,
But don't ask me to follow, for God isn't real.
E B F# B Bdim7 B
No, no matter how He should be, God isn't real.
Robbie Schaefer
Robbie Wessels
Robbin Thompson
Robby Hecht
Roben Og Knud
Robert Cull
Robert DeLong
Robert Demontign (...)
Robert Downey, J (...)
Robert Duncan