The Widow’s Brand – Track 03 Graveyard Pulse [Verse 1 – Rowan, low spoken-sung over a heartbeat kick drum] I was dead the day the Brand first glowed Thirteen dragoons in the ground, and me still in the road But every midnight since, something drags me to my feet Boots walk by themselves to the place my dead heart beats [Pre-Chorus – Mairead, ghostly layered vocals, vocoder shimmer] I feel you comin’ miles before the thunder of your horse A cold wire in my ribs, pullin’ with a killer’s force I try to scream you gone, but the scream just calls you near Death made us magnets, darlin’, and the poles are made of fear [Chorus – full electronic-country drop: 808 heartbeat, banjo glitch-trill, neon pedal steel] We got a graveyard pulse, baby, thumpin’ through the dirt Can’t outrun the reaper when the reaper makes it hurt Your curse and my curse locked in 4/4 time Every beat says “come closer,” every silence says “goodbye” Graveyard pulse, graveyard pulse, six feet ain’t deep enough When the dead start dancin’, livin’ looks a lot like love [Verse 2 – Rowan, half-rapped over trap hi-hats and twangy delay] I tell my boys “ride east,” but Widowmaker turns west He smells your cold perfume on the wind across my chest The Brand lights up like Vegas when your keening hits the air I’m a ghost ridin’ to a ghost, and neither of us cares [Bridge – Mairead, vocoded whisper building to banshee swell] I could wail the world to ashes, hush the stars to black But the only note that matters is the one that calls you back We’re two dead signals bouncin’ off a blood-red moon Static in our bones playin’ one eternal tune [Final Chorus – massive drop: distorted banjo riff, sub-bass like coffin lids slamming] Graveyard pulse, graveyard pulse, kick drum in the clay Synths cry like coyotes at the break of judgment day Your curse and my curse wired in neon and pine We’re damned to keep on dancin’ till the end of time Graveyard pulse, graveyard pulse, turn it up and let it throb Even angels hit the dance floor when the dead fall in love [Outro – Mairead alone, vocoder fading into wind] Feel that? That’s us… Still beating… Still bleeding… Still coming…
