[THE DEAD ISLAND STOMP] [Intro — radio static, black surf, distant steel pan] [BOOM] [Silence] [BOOM] [A distant crowd answers with one enormous STOMP] [Station Voice] Voodoo Radio… Hear that pounding? That ain’t thunder. [BOOM] That’s dancing. [STOMP] [Steel pan rolls into the beat] [Two-bar groove — bass, drums, steel pan] ⸻ VERSE 1 Black sand flying underneath bare feet Dead men bucking to the one-drop beat Shoulders slam and the whole crowd lean Meanest damn dance the world ever seen Salt-white faces flash in the flame Living jump in without asking names Cold hands spin ’em and whip ’em around Boot heels hammer till they split the ground Dead men laughing when the bass hits low Grave dirt kicking everywhere they go Whole damn beach comes down when they land Something underneath… Kicks back through the sand. [Two bars — drums hold the groove] [Steel pan echoes] ⸻ PRE-CHORUS 1 Living move in when the dead feet drop Black sand jumps but the beat don’t stop Dead crowd surge when the bass hits hard Living jump in… With their whole damn heart. [Two-bar beat — stomping underneath] ⸻ CHORUS DEAD ISLAND STOMP! Boot heel down and the black sand jump Cold hands clap when the bass drum thump Dead lean left and the living lean right Meet in the middle and stomp all night DEAD ISLAND STOMP! Steel pan scream and the whole beach rock Grave dirt fly but the dead don’t stop Ground kicks back when the boot heels drop— STOMP! STOMP! DEAD ISLAND STOMP! [Four-bar groove — no vocals] [Steel pan carries the chorus melody] [Boot heels answer the drums] ⸻ VERSE 2 Dead girls spinning till their shadows tear Salt-black ribbons whipping through the air Grinning sailors thrown from hand to hand Bare feet beating hell out the sand Dead lean back while the living dive in Skin touch bone and they both start to grin Bodies collide when the dancers cross Nobody gives a damn… What gets lost. [Two bars — bass and drums] One dead girl caught a sailor’s wrist Spun him hard through the harbor mist He stumbled back with a crooked grin Dead stepped out… And something stepped in. [Steel pan echoes] ⸻ PRE-CHORUS 2 Warm hands lock with the fingers cold Living go wild when the dead take hold Boot heels hammer and the shoreline cracks Dead stomp forward… And we stomp back. [Two-bar beat — crowd stomping underneath] ⸻ CHORUS DEAD ISLAND STOMP! Boot heel down and the black sand jump Cold hands clap when the bass drum thump Dead lean left and the living lean right Meet in the middle and stomp all night DEAD ISLAND STOMP! Steel pan scream and the whole beach rock Grave dirt fly but the dead don’t stop Ground kicks back when the boot heels drop— STOMP! STOMP! DEAD ISLAND STOMP! [Four-bar groove — no vocals] [Steel pan carries the hook] [Drums keep rolling] ⸻ VERSE 3 Whole beach bucking when the bass hits hard Dead feet hammer and the living charge Shoulders crash when the whole crowd swings Black sand flying from a thousand feet Cold hands grab and they sling ’em around Living hit back when the dead come down Bodies slam when the drumbeat lands Nobody slowing… Nobody gives a damn. Steel pan screaming and the crowd goes wild Dead and living stacked side by side Every heel hits with the same damn sound Harder they stomp… Harder it shakes the ground. [Drums keep pounding] [Stomping grows heavier beneath the groove] [Steel pan drops out] [Two bars — bass, drums and feet] ⸻ BREAKDOWN [Steel pan cuts] [Only drums and hundreds of feet] Dead feet. Living feet. Nobody watching… Which is which. [STOMP] [Two beats — drums hold] Sand jumps. [STOMP] [Two beats — bass rolls] Palm trees shake. [STOMP] Whole damn island… Starts to quake. [Drums drop out] [Only hundreds of feet remain] [STOMP] [STOMP] [STOMP] [Silence] [One enormous STOMP answers from beneath the ground] [Long silence] [Low bass returns] [Two bars — bass alone] [Steel pan creeps back in] [Two bars — steel pan and bass] [Drums begin rebuilding] [Stomping joins the rhythm] [Two-bar build] [Full beat returns] ⸻ FINAL CHORUS DEAD ISLAND STOMP! Boot heel down and the black sand jump Cold hands clap when the bass drum thump Dead lean left and the living lean right Whole island bucking underneath tonight DEAD ISLAND STOMP! Steel pan scream and the shoreline rock Living and dead hit the same damn stomp Everybody freeze when the last heel drops— [Silence] [From deep beneath the island] STOMP. [Black surf] [Low steel pan echoes] [Two-bar outro — distant drums and steel pan] [The distant dancing resumes] [Radio static]
