Purple Sinner

[VERSE — 121 BPM. Spoken sung with controlled menace. Palm muted verses.] Sit down friend let me pour you something fine Something deep and dark and red along the vine Aged in the barrel through the war and the night Something that was crushed but came back right You can taste the vineyard You can taste the ground You can taste everything That was lost and found It starts out ruby red Watch it fade to plum Something in the color Tells you where it's from Go on Take another sip You won't even notice When it starts to drip [PRE-CHORUS — building pressure, guitar riffs tightening] It's a special kind of vintage You won't find it on the shelf It was made from something ancient Something that remade itself And the color's getting deeper And the room is getting warm And something in your vision Is beginning to transform [CHORUS — 121 BPM. Full throated screaming. Power chord walls. Crowd chant energ] This is what you made me Purple sinner rising This is what you poured out When you thought you were deciding You called me something lesser You put me in the ground But I came back as something That you never should have found Purple sinner Purple sinner This is what you made And now it's in your blood And now it's in your veins Purple sinner You can't wash away The stain [POST CHORUS — first wrongness. Just barely.] [Fiddle catches on a wrong note. Tin whistle a half step off. Bodhran slightly heavier. Bar ambience thinning. Most people don't notice.] How's the wine treating you? Seeing anything interesting? Don't worry. That's normal. For this vintage. [VERSE — 121 BPM. Folk energy deteriorating. Dangerous.] You're looking a little pale there friend Let me get you some water Or maybe another glass instead Something in your stomach Starting to turn Something in your chest Starting to burn That's the tannins working That's the vintage doing What the vintage does To the ones worth pursuing You tried to stand up didn't you Legs feeling heavy friend That's the deep dark purple Working its way to the end Red fading into plum Plum fading into night Something in the bottle Knew you'd be alright [PRE-CHORUS — folk instruments straining, breaking apart] It's a special kind of vintage You won't find the antidote Something ancient made it From the war and from the smoke And the color's almost black now And the room is far away And something in your body Is deciding if you'll stay [CHORUS — bigger, more aggressive, folk instruments fighting to stay] This is what you made me Purple sinner rising This is what you poured out When you thought you were deciding You called me something lesser You put me in the ground But I came back as something That you never should have found Purple sinner Purple sinner This is what you made And now it's in your blood And now it's in your veins Purple sinner You can't wash away The stain [Instrumental solo — Fiddle and drums] [BRIDGE — 242 BPM. FULL CORRUPTION. THE TAVERN IS A MURDER SCENE.] [Every folk instrument warped beyond recognition. Fiddle screaming wrong. Tin whistle hitting frequencies it was never meant to hit. Bodhran so heavy it sounds like war drums. Acoustic guitar buried under distortion. Drop C guitar obliterating everything. Bob's voice multiplying everywhere. Raw ragged screaming.] HALLUCINATING NOW SEE THE PURPLE VINE SEE THE GRAPE ARMY MARCHING DOWN YOUR SPINE FEEL THE POISON WORKING FEEL THE VINTAGE SPREAD FEEL THE DEEP SLEEP COMING FEEL THE ALMOST DEAD THE BORDER BETWEEN SLEEPING AND GONE THE BORDER BETWEEN WRONG AND WRONG THE PURPLE IS INSIDE YOU THE PURPLE IS YOUR BLOOD THE PURPLE IS THE ARMY RISING FROM THE MUD YOU THOUGHT IT WAS JUST WINE YOU THOUGHT IT WAS JUST RED BUT RED FADES INTO PURPLE AND PURPLE FADES [CHORUS — 121 BPM. Full dark ensemble returns. The declaration complete.] [Every folk instrument back at full power but darker now. Stomp and clap. Fiddle sawing. Tin whistle screaming. Drop C guitar driving. Crowd chant on repeated lines. Stadium reverb. Raw screaming vocals.] This is what you made me Purple sinner rising This is what you poured out When you thought you were deciding You called me something lesser You put me in the ground But I came back as something That you never should have found Purple sinner Purple sinner This is what you made It's in your blood It's in your veins Purple sinner You'll never wash away The stain The stain The stain The stain [VERSE — 121 BPM. Spoken sung with controlled menace. Palm muted verses.] Sit