"Puppet Strings" genre: Goth Rock
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	Testimony inspired by a private conversation between songwriters after a show late one night wherein each songwriter explained that in their own private creative process it was very common for them to feel powerless to dismiss a moment of true inspiration. Inspiration seemed to come upon them with a conciousness. They could not go back to sleep until they gave in to the muse. "Puppet Strings" was written with this in mind, but from a perspective wherein the character of the song is a songwriter who does not welcome the creative process. A moment of inspiration is a moment of torture. Autobiographical.
	Credits: The Man In Black; Recorded by Stanley Draughon
	Story Behind the Song Occasionaly in my private creative process (becoming more and more frequent these days) I find myself not quite myself. Instead, writing as though I'm not the person writing. And each time this happens, the sensation becomes more and more intense. It's not always a good feeling. Lyrics When my demons come I turn and look at the clock I can't make it leave I sure can't make it stop And that's my beast of burden I know we all have burdens to bear and who am I to say it's wrong or to say that it's not fair The melody calls and I reel, I wanna go back to sleep but resisting is futile my instruments call out to me (but I say) Don't ask this once more of me I don't like the way it makes me feel ord the way it makes me bleed, oh.. What did I do to deserve this pain? It lives in me, it compels me, it drives me to play the puppet strings... and I play The light exits the room somethin' guides my hand and my fingers create. There's nothin' that I can do I'm not at the controls I'm just riding this wave On and on It takes me to a place inside and there's a figure that I know Please don't ask this once more of me I don't like the way it makes me feel or the way it makes me bleed The figure's eyes stare wild they glow bright red, with frozen breath these words form through his smile (when he says) I will wear you down, I will watch you suffer your demons don't live in the ground, boy it hides in the eyes of a former love Now I want you to play you better do just what I say I'm the master, you're my puppet there's the strings Now play... play... Sometimes the strings can feel so cold and echo the screams that haunt my soul I can hear the demons speak every time I play.

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