The Geek Don't Slip

Southern sludge metal with a folk-metal edge; male spoken-screamed vocals, muttered close-mic verses and a ragged shouted chorus; dusty vinyl hiss, feedback drone, analog saturation, plate reverb; dirge-tempo crawl that swells from tense restraint into crushing full-band hits; electric banjo riffs, downtuned distorted guitars, grimy bass throbs, heavy drums, slide-guitar grit and raw folk guitar

[Intro]
(Slow, heavy bassline crawls, a dusty vinyl hiss, a distant guitar feeds back quietly)

[Verse 1]
(Muttered, intimate, like a man talking to his reflection)
The Geek don't need no pity, he’s doing just fine
Just a string of bad luck and a crooked state line
He sold his sister’s trailer, but he had a good reason
People change, and it was getting close to winter season
He had to pay off some fellas from the county seat
They were talkin' real loud about making him bleed
It wasn’t his fault, they were liars and thieves
The Geek don't touch that white dirt, he just breathes.
Yeah, he just breathes.

[Pre-Chorus]
(Tension builds, guitars start to scrape and chug)
Nobody got hurt that couldn't stand to lose a little blood
He left the truck in the river, sank it deep in the mud
They call him a monster, they call him a thief
But he’s just a man who had to grit his own teeth.

[Chorus]
(Explodes into crushing, downtuned sludge-metal riffs, heavy sludgy drums)
But they all look at him like he’s got the sickness in his bones!
Like he’s the one who left his family sleeping on the stones!
The Geek don’t need that shit! No, he’s got a plan!
He’s just an independent, self-made, ruined man!
He’s got it under control! He’s running the road!
Just another sleepless night... just another load.

[Verse 2]
(Drops back to a tense, grimy groove. Bass throbs, clean gritty guitar)
He had to dig up the field behind the old junkyard
Looking for some copper, times are getting real hard
His brother won’t call him, his mother won't speak
They say he let the hunger make him fragile and weak
But they betrayed him! They sold him out first!
And they're blaming him for having a little bit of a thirst?
He ain't no slave to the bag, he can quit when he likes
He just enjoys the way the midnight lightning strikes.

[Chorus]
(Crushing explosion, massive wall of guitar distortion)
But they all look at him like he’s got the sickness in his bones!
Like he’s the one who left his family sleeping on the stones!
The Geek don’t need that shit! No, he’s got a plan!
He’s just an independent, self-made, ruined man!
He’s got it under control! He’s running the road!
Just another sleepless night... just another load.

[Bridge]
(Tempo slows down even more. Guitars screech with feedback, drums beat like a heavy, dying heart)
And the graves in the woods... well, they dug themselves
He just provided the shovels from the tool-shed shelves
Everything is slipping... everything is black
I can’t... I can’t go...
(Sudden violent shift, shouting, arguing with himself)
NO! HE can't go back!
The Geek don't slip! The Geek don't break!
It was all their fault! It was all their mistake!

[Outro]
(Crushing, chaotic metal breakdown, guitars screaming, slowing to a heavy throb)
The Geek don't need that shit...
He's got it... under control.
Just... bad luck.
Just... a bad run.
(Laughter, ragged and coughing, fading into feedback and static)

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[Intro] (Slow, heavy bassline crawls, a dusty vinyl hiss, a distant guitar feeds back quietly) [Verse 1] (Muttered, intimate, like a man talking to his reflection) The Geek don't need no pity, he’s doing just fine Just a string of bad luck and a crooked state line He sold his sister’s trailer, but he had a good reason People change, and it was getting close to winter season He had to pay off some fellas from the county seat They were talkin' real loud about making him bleed It wasn’t his fault, they were liars and thieves The Geek don't touch that white dirt, he just breathes. Yeah, he just breathes. [Pre-Chorus] (Tension builds, guitars start to scrape and chug) Nobody got hurt that couldn't stand to lose a little blood He left the truck in the river, sank it deep in the mud They call him a monster, they call him a thief But he’s just a man who had to grit his own teeth. [Chorus] (Explodes into crushing, downtuned sludge-metal riffs, heavy sludgy drums) But they all look at him like he’s got the sickness in his bones! Like he’s the one who left his family sleeping on the stones! The Geek don’t need that shit! No, he’s got a plan! He’s just an independent, self-made, ruined man! He’s got it under control! He’s running the road! Just another sleepless night... just another load. [Verse 2] (Drops back to a tense, grimy groove. Bass throbs, clean gritty guitar) He had to dig up the field behind the old junkyard Looking for some copper, times are getting real hard His brother won’t call him, his mother won't speak They say he let the hunger make him fragile and weak But they betrayed him! They sold him out first! And they're blaming him for having a little bit of a thirst? He ain't no slave to the bag, he can quit when he likes He just enjoys the way the midnight lightning strikes. [Chorus] (Crushing explosion, massive wall of guitar distortion) But they all look at him like he’s got the sickness in his bones! Like he’s the one who left his family sleeping on the stones! The Geek don’t need that shit! No, he’s got a plan! He’s just an independent, self-made, ruined man! He’s got it under control! He’s running the road! Just another sleepless night... just another load. [Bridge] (Tempo slows down even more. Guitars screech with feedback, drums beat like a heavy, dying heart) And the graves in the woods... well, they dug themselves He just provided the shovels from the tool-shed shelves Everything is slipping... everything is black I can’t... I can’t go... (Sudden violent shift, shouting, arguing with himself) NO! HE can't go back! The Geek don't slip! The Geek don't break! It was all their fault! It was all their mistake! [Outro] (Crushing, chaotic metal breakdown, guitars screaming, slowing to a heavy throb) The Geek don't need that shit... He's got it... under control. Just... bad luck. Just... a bad run. (Laughter, ragged and coughing, fading into feedback and static)

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