The Power of Creation

The Power of Creation

Release: His Majesty the King's Royal Circus
Genres: Rock, Novelty
Run Time: 5:22
Credits:
Emily Moore: Production, Guitar
Dan Landry: Bass
Ellie Minor: Drums

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Lyrics


I’ve got a pencil, I’ve got
A piece of paper, I’ve got
Lots of ideas, but I’ve
Got nothing down

I have a question, do you
Maybe have the answer, maybe
If the world’s a circus,
You and I are the clowns

It’s a show of sorts
It’s a game of course
But there’s no controls
There’s no concrete goals

Nobody will do it for me
I guess I’ll do it for myself

With the power of creation
Alright
It’s the power of creation
Alright
It’s the power of creation
Alright
I think I’ll write that down

Say, I,
I’ve got a reason, I’ve got
A chance to prove myself, I
Can’t make the wrong choice, or I’ll
Lose it again

I could make anything, I
Could make decisions, but I
Don’t like responsibility
On my head

For I see the things
That others have created
Free will as a tool
Mankind is the fool

With creation comes destruction
That’s a power that is strong by itself

And with the power of creation
Alright
It’s the power of creation
Alright
It’s the power of creation
Alright
I think I’ll write that down

They’re my ideas, my
Originality is certain
Pay no attention to the
Man behind the curtain

We breed dogs without noses
And people without mouths
And friends without free time
Who can’t keep their vows

We make time and excuses
We find thousands of uses
For peanuts and paper clips
For sheep and for cows

Oh, it’s the power of creation
Alright
It’s man’s power of creation
Alright
It’s human creation
Alright
I think I’ve got it now

What if I were to, say,
Make a homunculus, something
In my own image
Then it ought to be mine

But if it paints a painting
Does that make the artist me, though?
God made man
Then did he not create Devo?

Should my creation cause destruction,
Is that any fault of myself?

It’s the power of my creation
Alright
It’s my power of creation
Alright
It’s just the power of creation
Alright
I’ve gotta, I’ve gotta

What have I created?
What have I done?
Where am I going?
Where have I gone?