COAL DUST AND CURSED STEEL

symphonic metal, psychedelic rock, blues rock, soul blues

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(Genre: Psychedelic Blues Rock / Hard Rock. Style: Raw, powerful female vocal delivery, heavy on sustained notes and gritty texture. Think Pearl album intensity.)

(Opening: Distorted, heavy guitar riff layered over the sound of a massive, clanking steam engine beginning to move, punctuated by a deep, demonic whistle.)

VERSE 1

Got a fistful of tickets and five lonely souls
Runnin' hot on the tracks where the good Lord patrols.
We ain't goin' North, honey, and we ain't headin' South
We’re chasin’ the lightning that comes straight from his mouth.
He’s the driver, the pusher, the Sorcerer King,
Wearin' velvet and bone, got a smile like a snake.
Says this enchanted iron is the only goddamn thing
That can cross the black river and carry what we take!

The boiler’s fed on nightmares and nothin’ but sin,
It coughs up the sulfur, then it starts it all again.
He promised us wonders, he promised us gold,
But we traded our future for stories untold!

CHORUS

Yeah, we ride The Iron Leviathan, baby, all the way down!
He sold the damn truth for a sip of cheap wine,
and a velvet crown!
Oh, the devil's watchin' us smoke, and he don't give a damn!
We're tied to the rails, and we love the whole plan!
Gimme that speedball ride, you son of a bitch!
Yeah, lay on the throttle, you crazy, wicked witch!

VERSE 2

He's got those eyes, black smoke and glitter, baby, when he looks in your soul.
Says he’s lookin’ for fuel, but he's taking the goddamn toll.
Three men and two women, we’re packed in the carriage tight,
Sweat and cheap liquor drippin' off us in the frantic, electric night.
We're trading secrets and flesh just to keep the damn fire stoked,
He whispers dark language, and the piston rod is choked
With magic and silver that burns your damn skin!
He ain't askin' for money, just whatever you have within.

Oh, hear that whistle howl! It's a siren's damn call!
He doesn't care if we're laughing or if we're gonna fall!

CHORUS

BRIDGE

(Tempo slows slightly, heavier blues emphasis, vocal becomes strained and emotional.)

Gonna beat on the window, but the glass won't break!
Gonna scream at the gods for the path that we take!
I know what he's doin', and I know what he wants,
He's gonna turn us to vapor in his ritual haunts!
We're five damn riders, we knew the damn cost,
But the fire feels so good when you know you are lost!

Oh, Sorcerer, master! You promised us joy!
But you’re just a mean drunk with a complicated toy!

GUITAR SOLO

(A long, searing, heavily distorted blues-rock solo. Full of wah-pedal screams, bending notes, and high-energy improvisation, fighting against the frantic, chugging rhythm section.)

CHORUS

(Returns with full force, raw vocal, almost a scream.)

WE RIDE The Iron Leviathan, baby, all the way down!
He sold the damn truth for a sip of cheap wine,
and a velvet crown!
Oh, the sky is black velvet, and I don't give a damn!
We're tied to the rails, and we love the whole plan!
GIVE ME THAT SPEEDBALL RIDE, YOU SON OF A BITCH!
Yeah, lay on the throttle, you crazy, wicked witch!

OUTRO

(The engine noise accelerates into a chaotic, mechanical shriek. The vocal breaks down into ecstatic, ragged shouts.)

Oh, I'm runnin'! I'm bleedin'!
Yeah! Take me! Take me!
(Sustained, raw vocal note, dropping into a spoken moan)
... Coal dust and damn steel, baby...
(Engine sounds fade suddenly with a final, explosive hiss of steam.)

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(Genre: Psychedelic Blues Rock / Hard Rock. Style: Raw, powerful female vocal delivery, heavy on sustained notes and gritty texture. Think Pearl album intensity.) (Opening: Distorted, heavy guitar riff layered over the sound of a massive, clanking steam engine beginning to move, punctuated by a deep, demonic whistle.) VERSE 1 Got a fistful of tickets and five lonely souls Runnin' hot on the tracks where the good Lord patrols. We ain't goin' North, honey, and we ain't headin' South We’re chasin’ the lightning that comes straight from his mouth. He’s the driver, the pusher, the Sorcerer King, Wearin' velvet and bone, got a smile like a snake. Says this enchanted iron is the only goddamn thing That can cross the black river and carry what we take! The boiler’s fed on nightmares and nothin’ but sin, It coughs up the sulfur, then it starts it all again. He promised us wonders, he promised us gold, But we traded our future for stories untold! CHORUS Yeah, we ride The Iron Leviathan, baby, all the way down! He sold the damn truth for a sip of cheap wine, and a velvet crown! Oh, the devil's watchin' us smoke, and he don't give a damn! We're tied to the rails, and we love the whole plan! Gimme that speedball ride, you son of a bitch! Yeah, lay on the throttle, you crazy, wicked witch! VERSE 2 He's got those eyes, black smoke and glitter, baby, when he looks in your soul. Says he’s lookin’ for fuel, but he's taking the goddamn toll. Three men and two women, we’re packed in the carriage tight, Sweat and cheap liquor drippin' off us in the frantic, electric night. We're trading secrets and flesh just to keep the damn fire stoked, He whispers dark language, and the piston rod is choked With magic and silver that burns your damn skin! He ain't askin' for money, just whatever you have within. Oh, hear that whistle howl! It's a siren's damn call! He doesn't care if we're laughing or if we're gonna fall! CHORUS Yeah, we ride The Iron Leviathan, baby, all the way down! He sold the damn truth for a sip of cheap wine, and a velvet crown! Oh, the devil's watchin' us smoke, and he don't give a damn! We're tied to the rails, and we love the whole plan! Gimme that speedball ride, you son of a bitch! Yeah, lay on the throttle, you crazy, wicked witch! BRIDGE (Tempo slows slightly, heavier blues emphasis, vocal becomes strained and emotional.) Gonna beat on the window, but the glass won't break! Gonna scream at the gods for the path that we take! I know what he's doin', and I know what he wants, He's gonna turn us to vapor in his ritual haunts! We're five damn riders, we knew the damn cost, But the fire feels so good when you know you are lost! Oh, Sorcerer, master! You promised us joy! But you’re just a mean drunk with a complicated toy! GUITAR SOLO (A long, searing, heavily distorted blues-rock solo. Full of wah-pedal screams, bending notes, and high-energy improvisation, fighting against the frantic, chugging rhythm section.) CHORUS (Returns with full force, raw vocal, almost a scream.) WE RIDE The Iron Leviathan, baby, all the way down! He sold the damn truth for a sip of cheap wine, and a velvet crown! Oh, the sky is black velvet, and I don't give a damn! We're tied to the rails, and we love the whole plan! GIVE ME THAT SPEEDBALL RIDE, YOU SON OF A BITCH! Yeah, lay on the throttle, you crazy, wicked witch! OUTRO (The engine noise accelerates into a chaotic, mechanical shriek. The vocal breaks down into ecstatic, ragged shouts.) Oh, I'm runnin'! I'm bleedin'! Yeah! Take me! Take me! (Sustained, raw vocal note, dropping into a spoken moan) ... Coal dust and damn steel, baby... (Engine sounds fade suddenly with a final, explosive hiss of steam.)

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