Coffin Full’a Flies

mayhall blues, detroit blues, england blues, woman blues, blues rock, whiskey vocals, chicago blues, hooker blues, texas blues, blues-rock, Lucille, raspy male vocals

V4.5

(Verse 1)
Woke up in a pile of my own last words
Smelled like hot grease, broken vows, and birds
That buzzard on the windowsill’s got my face
He winked at me and said, “Ain’t leavin’ you no space”

(Verse 2)
I piss pure vinegar, breathe like a flame
Got kicked outta Hell ‘cause I played too lame
My blood is gravel, my sweat’s like glue
I once made a preacher cry with a four-note blues

(Chorus)
Coffin full’a flies, and I’m sleepin’ inside
Got a maggot in my ear singin' “Rider, don’t hide”
Ain’t no casket deep enough to hold this sin
So I clawed my way up just to rot again

(Verse 3)
Guitar’s strung with intestines from a bar fight gone south
I tune it with a switchblade and spit in its mouth
My amp runs on moonshine and stolen sparks
And the last guy who dissed me’s buried under the park

(Verse 4)
I don’t play gigs, I perform exorcisms
My fanbase got three teeth and ten felonies in 'em
I ain't got merch—I got mercy you regret
And a sound so filthy it ain't dry yet

(Chorus)
Coffin full’a flies, with a solo so mean
It'll make your dead ex text you in a fever dream
Slide cuts deep like regret on speed
And the crowd don’t cheer—they just bleed

(Slide sounds like a live wire jammed in a corpse.
Fuzz pedal shorted out on a wet floor.
Amp moans like it wants to sue you.)

(Verse 5)
I been banned from bars, blacklisted by bands
Got sued by silence for makin’ too many demands
But I keep playin’ 'til the cockroaches scream
‘Cause the blues ain’t dead—it just smells like me

(Final Chorus)
Coffin full’a flies, and I’m feelin’ just fine
Got decay in my veins and a cursed punchline
When I go, don’t cry—just amplify
And let the whole damn town hear me die

[Outro – Guitar collapses, amp spits sparks, drum kit literally catches fire. Let the silence crawl in like mold. No encore. No survivors.]

2030/7500

[Intro – Feedback like a dying animal trapped in ductwork. Slide guitar like rusted sawblades grinding against bone. Drums? Sound like somebody falling down stairs made of hubcaps. This ain’t mixed. It’s excavated.] (Verse 1) Woke up in a pile of my own last words Smelled like hot grease, broken vows, and birds That buzzard on the windowsill’s got my face He winked at me and said, “Ain’t leavin’ you no space” (Verse 2) I piss pure vinegar, breathe like a flame Got kicked outta Hell ‘cause I played too lame My blood is gravel, my sweat’s like glue I once made a preacher cry with a four-note blues (Chorus) Coffin full’a flies, and I’m sleepin’ inside Got a maggot in my ear singin' “Rider, don’t hide” Ain’t no casket deep enough to hold this sin So I clawed my way up just to rot again (Verse 3) Guitar’s strung with intestines from a bar fight gone south I tune it with a switchblade and spit in its mouth My amp runs on moonshine and stolen sparks And the last guy who dissed me’s buried under the park (Verse 4) I don’t play gigs, I perform exorcisms My fanbase got three teeth and ten felonies in 'em I ain't got merch—I got mercy you regret And a sound so filthy it ain't dry yet (Chorus) Coffin full’a flies, with a solo so mean It'll make your dead ex text you in a fever dream Slide cuts deep like regret on speed And the crowd don’t cheer—they just bleed (Slide sounds like a live wire jammed in a corpse. Fuzz pedal shorted out on a wet floor. Amp moans like it wants to sue you.) (Verse 5) I been banned from bars, blacklisted by bands Got sued by silence for makin’ too many demands But I keep playin’ 'til the cockroaches scream ‘Cause the blues ain’t dead—it just smells like me (Final Chorus) Coffin full’a flies, and I’m feelin’ just fine Got decay in my veins and a cursed punchline When I go, don’t cry—just amplify And let the whole damn town hear me die [Outro – Guitar collapses, amp spits sparks, drum kit literally catches fire. Let the silence crawl in like mold. No encore. No survivors.]

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