Born Of Frustration by James #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE--------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the# #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research.# #-----------------------------------------------------------------------------# Date: Mon, 23 Mar 1998 12:21:19 -0800 From: Andrew Fung Subject: CRD: Born of Frustration, James James ALBUM: Seven SONG: Born of Frustration -------------------------------------- Transcription by Andrew Fung afung@appsig.com Capo 1st fret. Chords and notes refer to chord shapes for standard tuning. Intro riff (repeated throughout the song): D -----0-----0--|------0-------0---0--|-------0----|---------0--------| Bb ---------7----|-----------7---------|---4-----4--|-----4-----4---4--| F -7-----7------|-7--7---7-------7----|-5---5------|-5-5---5-----5----| Wooooowooooowoooowooo Wooooowooooowoooowooo E B All this frustration D A I can't heed all my desires E B Strange conversation D A Self control has just expired E B All an illusion D A Only in my head you don't exist E B Who are you foolin' D A Don't need a shrink or an exorcist (repeat E/B/D/A chord progression throughout song) Lalalala lalalala lalalala la Wooooowooooowoooowooo Show me the movie of who you are and where you're from Born of frustration Caught upon the webs you spun Where's the confusion A vision of what life is like Show me the movie that doesn't deal in black and white Talk talk talkin 'bout who's to blame But all that counts in how to change Stop stop talkin 'bout who's to blame When all that counts in how to change Lalalala lalalala lalalala la All this frustration All this frustration Who put round eyes on a butterfly's wings All this frustration All this frustration Who gave the leopard spots and taught the birds to sing Born of frustration Born of frustration Wooooowooooowoooowooo Wooooowooooowoooowooo I'm living in the weirdest dream where nothing is the way it seems Where no one is who they need to be Where nothing seems that real to me 'Bout time we filled our lives Upon the walls of gold no solid ground The world is spinnin' endlessly We're clinging to our own beliefs Born of frustration Born of frustration Wooooowooooowoooowooo Wooooowooooowoooowooo www.TAB6.com