Great She-Goat of Old Scab Creek

raspy Female vocals, harmonized vocals, banjo, fast dynamic tempo, minor key, haunting, electric bass, whistling, gothic country, black metal bluegrass, Appalachian folklore

[Chorus 1]
“Come play,” cried the Goat with a voice like a bell,
“Or lose your soul to the cold black well!”
But Scuzzy just smirked and flexed her claw,
“Darlin’, you want my soul, you'll need a bigger jaw.”

[Verse 2]
The She-Goat rose with eyes like coals,
And smoke pourin’ out her thousand holes.
She snapped her hooves and the earth bent back,
Played chords that split the mountain’s crack.
Scuzzy squinted, then let her fly—
One riff so sharp it cut the sky.
Trees bowed low and the crickets wept,
And the Goat just sighed like she'd overslept.

[BANJO solo - fast]

[Chorus 2] [Increased tempo]
“One more,” cried the Goat, “my heart’s grown wide!”
“You plucked a string I ain't felt inside!”
Scuzzy spun round, her teeth all flash—
“Sweetheart, I warned you—I don’t get attached.”

"Go on, Scuzzy, go! WHOOP!"
[intense banjo solo, fast]

[Verse 3] [Increased tempo]
The She-Goat screamed, shook mist from her mane,
Bent time in half and shattered rain.
She played a run that broke four birds—
But Scuzzy fired back with no damn words.
She clawed that banjo like a woman possessed,
Played upside down and tore off her vest.
The hills uncurled, the stars turned shy,
And the She-Goat moaned, “I’m gonna die.”

[BANJO solo, blazing fast]

[Chorus 3] [Fast, intensely emotional]
“No beast,” cried the Goat, “has stirred me so—
Stay here with me where the black vines grow!”
Scuzzy blew a kiss with a flick of her tail,
Said, “You want all this? Shoulda learned how to wail!”

[BANJO solo, wailing and rising in intensity]

[Verse 4] [key change]
Now if you head through the fog near Old Scab Creek,
You might hear hooves and a love-struck shriek.
The Great She-Goat pines, her heart in shambles,
Carving hyena names in her bed of brambles.
But Scuzzy? She’s long gone down the line,
Takin’ hearts and hooch one town at a time.
You can’t hold the wind, you can’t cage the flame—
And the Goat still howls that cursed girl’s name.

[BANJO solo, fast, haunting, eerie]

[Final Chorus] [slows down]
“Come back,” cries the Goat, “my soul’s not done—
You burned me hotter than the mountain sun!”
But Scuzzy slipped off through the pine-dark sweep,
With a banjo ridin’ high and her denim hangin’ cheap.

[banjo solo, wailing emotion, bent]
[End of Song]

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[Verse 1] They say up past Gristletoe, past Widow’s Blight, Where the trees hum wrong in the full moonlight, There’s a clearing of teeth and a throne of roots— Where no one walks but the bravest brutes. But Scuzzy don’t spook, no sir, not a lick— She strolled up grinning with a banjo pick. Barefoot and buzzed, with her purple hair blowin’, She hollered, “Who’s callin’? Let’s get this show goin’!” [Chorus 1] “Come play,” cried the Goat with a voice like a bell, “Or lose your soul to the cold black well!” But Scuzzy just smirked and flexed her claw, “Darlin’, you want my soul, you'll need a bigger jaw.” [Verse 2] The She-Goat rose with eyes like coals, And smoke pourin’ out her thousand holes. She snapped her hooves and the earth bent back, Played chords that split the mountain’s crack. Scuzzy squinted, then let her fly— One riff so sharp it cut the sky. Trees bowed low and the crickets wept, And the Goat just sighed like she'd overslept. [BANJO solo - fast] [Chorus 2] [Increased tempo] “One more,” cried the Goat, “my heart’s grown wide!” “You plucked a string I ain't felt inside!” Scuzzy spun round, her teeth all flash— “Sweetheart, I warned you—I don’t get attached.” "Go on, Scuzzy, go! WHOOP!" [intense banjo solo, fast] [Verse 3] [Increased tempo] The She-Goat screamed, shook mist from her mane, Bent time in half and shattered rain. She played a run that broke four birds— But Scuzzy fired back with no damn words. She clawed that banjo like a woman possessed, Played upside down and tore off her vest. The hills uncurled, the stars turned shy, And the She-Goat moaned, “I’m gonna die.” [BANJO solo, blazing fast] [Chorus 3] [Fast, intensely emotional] “No beast,” cried the Goat, “has stirred me so— Stay here with me where the black vines grow!” Scuzzy blew a kiss with a flick of her tail, Said, “You want all this? Shoulda learned how to wail!” [BANJO solo, wailing and rising in intensity] [Verse 4] [key change] Now if you head through the fog near Old Scab Creek, You might hear hooves and a love-struck shriek. The Great She-Goat pines, her heart in shambles, Carving hyena names in her bed of brambles. But Scuzzy? She’s long gone down the line, Takin’ hearts and hooch one town at a time. You can’t hold the wind, you can’t cage the flame— And the Goat still howls that cursed girl’s name. [BANJO solo, fast, haunting, eerie] [Final Chorus] [slows down] “Come back,” cries the Goat, “my soul’s not done— You burned me hotter than the mountain sun!” But Scuzzy slipped off through the pine-dark sweep, With a banjo ridin’ high and her denim hangin’ cheap. [banjo solo, wailing emotion, bent] [End of Song]

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