The Black Waltz Disco

Ray Barbier

Rastevod

Ray Barbier

gothabilly, darkwave, gothic rock

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[Verse 1] (Deep, rhythmic vocals—smooth but dangerous) The floorboards are groaning under boots made of lead In a ballroom of shadows, dancing with the dead The fiddle player’s missing half of his face But he’s keeping the rhythm at a frantic-dog pace I saw a lady in velvet with a veil made of flies She’s got the "Forever" looking out of her eyes.

[Verse 2] (Bass guitar gets punchy and melodic—a "New Order" style bassline) She held out a hand that was cold as a stone I could feel the vibration of the marrow and bone The jukebox is playing a record of sighs As the neon-red light starts to burn out our eyes We ain't looking for love, we ain't looking for grace We’re just looking for a way to leave this physical place.

[Pre-Chorus] (Snare drum builds up—claps on the 2 and 4) The dust is rising... The ghosts are spinning... This is the hand That we’re finally winning!

[Chorus] (Explosive, dark-dance energy—Catchy and Macabre) Oh, baby, dance to the Black Waltz Disco! From the desert of Reno to the ruins of Frisco! It’s a neon-tombstone, a leather-and-lace Outlaw anthem for the human race! (Guitar slide) Spinning in the dark... (Shouted) LEAVE A MARK!

[Verse 3] (Beat stays steady, but the music gets "colder" and more electronic) I checked the reflection in the bar-mirror glass But the only thing there was the ghost of my past He was wearing my hat and he was wearing my grin Drinking a bottle of original sin He raised up a glass and he toasted the floor Then he vanished away through the cracks in the door.

[Bridge] (Everything drops out except the kick drum and a pulsing synth bass) (Rhythmic whispering) Left, two, three. Right, two, three. You’ll never be... (Screamed) FREE!

[Instrumental Solo - The Gothabilly Freakout] (A high-energy guitar solo that blends surf-rock "tremolo picking" with dark, minor-key scales. It’s fast, Echo-drenched, and sounds like a bat out of hell—25 bars)

[Final Chorus] (Maximum volume—total Gothic-Rock club vibe) Oh, baby, dance to the Black Waltz Disco! From the desert of Reno to the ruins of Frisco! It’s a neon-tombstone, a leather-and-lace Outlaw anthem for the human race!

[Outro] (The drum beat continues as the instruments fade into a haunting, echoing guitar note) One last spin... Before the light gets in. (Sound of a record needle scratching across vinyl, followed by dead silence) [End]

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[Intro] (A steady, thumping "four-on-the-floor" kick drum starts. A high-pitched, eerie synth whistle—like a digital wind—swirls around. A jagged, distorted Gretsch guitar riff cuts through with a heavy "slapback" echo.) [Verse 1] (Deep, rhythmic vocals—smooth but dangerous) The floorboards are groaning under boots made of lead In a ballroom of shadows, dancing with the dead The fiddle player’s missing half of his face But he’s keeping the rhythm at a frantic-dog pace I saw a lady in velvet with a veil made of flies She’s got the "Forever" looking out of her eyes. [Verse 2] (Bass guitar gets punchy and melodic—a "New Order" style bassline) She held out a hand that was cold as a stone I could feel the vibration of the marrow and bone The jukebox is playing a record of sighs As the neon-red light starts to burn out our eyes We ain't looking for love, we ain't looking for grace We’re just looking for a way to leave this physical place. [Pre-Chorus] (Snare drum builds up—claps on the 2 and 4) The dust is rising... The ghosts are spinning... This is the hand That we’re finally winning! [Chorus] (Explosive, dark-dance energy—Catchy and Macabre) Oh, baby, dance to the Black Waltz Disco! From the desert of Reno to the ruins of Frisco! It’s a neon-tombstone, a leather-and-lace Outlaw anthem for the human race! (Guitar slide) Spinning in the dark... (Shouted) LEAVE A MARK! [Verse 3] (Beat stays steady, but the music gets "colder" and more electronic) I checked the reflection in the bar-mirror glass But the only thing there was the ghost of my past He was wearing my hat and he was wearing my grin Drinking a bottle of original sin He raised up a glass and he toasted the floor Then he vanished away through the cracks in the door. [Bridge] (Everything drops out except the kick drum and a pulsing synth bass) (Rhythmic whispering) Left, two, three. Right, two, three. You’ll never be... (Screamed) FREE! [Instrumental Solo - The Gothabilly Freakout] (A high-energy guitar solo that blends surf-rock "tremolo picking" with dark, minor-key scales. It’s fast, Echo-drenched, and sounds like a bat out of hell—25 bars) [Final Chorus] (Maximum volume—total Gothic-Rock club vibe) Oh, baby, dance to the Black Waltz Disco! From the desert of Reno to the ruins of Frisco! It’s a neon-tombstone, a leather-and-lace Outlaw anthem for the human race! [Outro] (The drum beat continues as the instruments fade into a haunting, echoing guitar note) One last spin... Before the light gets in. (Sound of a record needle scratching across vinyl, followed by dead silence) [End]

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