Chords for Michael Gira - God's Servant

Tempo:
137.6 bpm
Chords used:

F#m

A

G

E

F#

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Michael Gira - God's Servant chords
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[D]
[F#]
[F#m]
[F#]
[F#m]
[A]
[F#m]
[G]
[F#m] Now [G]
[C#] I'm a [G] servant of God, laid [C#] wasted on a greasy [G] load.
The blue [C#] skies made of chlorine and a [G] moss, poured [C#] into my eyes with the [G] sun.
And I [C#]
travel through [G] space without fear, [A] [F#m] in a body [A] that's now [G] disappearing.
[F#] In thin, [E] curdled fumes, [F#m] in a holy, filthy [E]
atmosphere.
[A] [F#m] Made from gasoline, [E]
rising through [C#m] the [F#] sky.
[F#m]
Your self -hatred's a beautiful [Bm] cancer, and [F#] I encourage you [Bm] to feed it.
[C]
And [F#m] I like to watch you [Em] as you suffer,
[F#m] the lord of punishments [D] of God.
[F#m] And I travel through space without [G] a sun, [A] [F#m] my body's an [Bm] infinite number.
[F#m] Dissected by [E] perceptions,
[A] [F#m] which are encroaching like [E] collisions.
[F#m] Infecting the nervous [E] system [F#m] of the [Bm] world.
[F#m]
[E]
[F#m]
[E]
[F#m]
[E]
[A] [F#m]
[A]
[Bm]
[F#m]
[F#] And our [C#] love is a thick red [G] ocean, [A] swollen with lust and [G] fatigue.
And I [C#m] encourage [G] you to drink it, [F#] like I encourage myself [Bm] to bleed.
[F#m] And I travel through space [G] unconscious,
[E] [F#] protected inside [Bm] your mouth.
[F#m] Floating [D] like an acid [E] vapor, [F#m] suspended
[D] above [E] the dry ground.
[F#m] Dissolving [D] like an [A] addiction, [D] spilling through the crystal [E] waters
[D] of [Bm] your brain.
[A]
[F#m] [A]
[F#m]
[A]
[F#m] Reflecting the cold blue [Em] water of your eyes.
Key:  
F#m
123111112
A
1231
G
2131
E
2311
F#
134211112
F#m
123111112
A
1231
G
2131
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[F#m] _ _ Now [G] _ _
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[C#] _ I'm a [G] servant of God, _ _ laid [C#] wasted _ on a greasy [G] load.
_ _ The blue [C#] skies made of chlorine and a [G] moss, _ _ poured [C#] into my eyes with the [G] sun.
_ _ And I [C#]
travel through [G] space without fear, _ _ [A] _ [F#m] in a body [A] that's now _ [G] disappearing.
_ _ _ [F#] In thin, _ _ [E] curdled _ fumes, [F#m] _ in a holy, _ filthy [E] _
_ atmosphere.
[A] _ [F#m] Made from _ gasoline, _ _ [E] _
rising _ through [C#m] the [F#] sky.
_ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _
Your self _ -hatred's a beautiful [Bm] _ cancer, _ and [F#] I encourage _ _ you [Bm] to feed it.
[C] _
And [F#m] I like to watch you [Em] as you suffer, _ _
_ [F#m] the lord of _ _ _ punishments [D] of God. _
_ [F#m] And I travel through space without [G] a sun, [A] _ [F#m] my _ body's an [Bm] infinite number. _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ Dissected by [E] _ perceptions, _
[A] _ [F#m] which are encroaching _ like [E] _ collisions. _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ Infecting the nervous [E] system _ _ [F#m] of the [Bm] world. _
_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F#] And our [C#] love is a thick red [G] ocean, _ [A] _ _ swollen with lust and [G] fatigue. _
_ And I [C#m] encourage _ [G] you to drink it, _ _ [F#] like I _ encourage myself [Bm] to bleed. _
_ [F#m] And I travel through space _ [G] unconscious, _
_ _ [E] _ [F#] protected _ inside [Bm] your mouth.
_ _ _ [F#m] Floating [D] like an acid [E] _ vapor, _ _ [F#m] _ suspended _
[D] above [E] the dry ground.
_ _ _ [F#m] _ Dissolving [D] _ like an [A] addiction, _ _ _ _ [D] spilling through the crystal [E] waters _
_ [D] of [Bm] your _ brain. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F#m] _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _
_ _ _ [F#m] _ Reflecting the cold blue [Em] water _ _ _ _ _ of your _ _ eyes. _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _

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