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Credo by Fish
Credo
The song starts on, and is mainly made up of the guitar playing a Bb.
This changes during the chorus, and the "It don't mean nothing..." parts.
Otherwise, it's pretty much Bb. (This is not including the various
background notes during the verses.)
The little lick each time after Fish sings "Credo..." is
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During the part where he starts singing "It don't mean nothing" the main chord
changes from Bb to Eb, and the lick played there is:
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I watch the TV every night,
I stay awake by satellite,
I hope and pray the nightmares,
Stay away today.
An oily shroud on a coral reef,
A black cloud's hanging over me.
When I hit on the remote,
The programmes stay the same.
Credo, credo, credo, credo.
An assegai slick with sweat and blood,
A shotgun barks at a rabid dog,
A shallow grave hugs a highway,
Beneath a bleaching sun.
chorus:
Credo, credo, credo, credo,
It don't mean nothin'; it don't mean nothin'
It don't mean nothin'; it don't mean nothin' to me.
When cancer sucks a young girl's breast.
When a company chains a young man's soul
When the coal dust stole
My grandad's breath away.
(chorus)
A tattered tramp tacks a windy wynd,
To close a crowded circle a brazier's light,
A man becomes a mountain, in the falling snow.
A mother screams and a baby cries.
The memory gone before the blood has dried.
A needle pricks the conscience,
To help it fade away.
(chorus)
The more you scream, the less you hear,
Or that's how it used to be.
But I just can't tell the difference
Anymore these days.
The open lips of an alter[1] boy,
A planet spins in a silent void,
The options are ever fewer
On the ground these days
(chorus)
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