Zombies Lives Matter! [IAFF Zombie Challenge]

Alesh

Olde Oak and The Mesquites

quiteoak

Outlaw Country, New Orleans Second-Line, brass parade

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[Verse 1] [Vocal: Gravelly rasp with nasal twang] [Flow: Syncopated limp-stomp] [Bass: Upright bass thumping like a half-beat heart]
Dragged our boots through the caliche crust, holes worn from the clay's stubborn clutch
Sign held high 'bout undead rights but the locals just sip and scroll their touch
Expected the street to scatter like quail from a shotgun in the brush
Instead they're nursin' cold Lone Stars, thumbs dancin' on them glowin' bricks

[Pre-Chorus] [Vocal: Strained upper register cracking] [Build-Up: Trombone rising slides with chain rattle crescendo]
We dragged ourselves through the mesquite roots thinkin' we'd shake this town tonight
But the only thing stirrin' is the heat shimmers and the dust devils' low flight

[Chorus] [Vocal: Shouted group call-and-response with layered rasp] [Flow: Full marching stomp]
Zombies Lives Matter but y'all just lean on the truck and grin (Zombies Lives Matter!)
Undead rights marchin' and the panic's hitched a ride west with the tumbleweeds (Undead rights!)
Where's the runnin' feet and the lobe-meat laced with raw terror we came to claim?
Y'all glued to them glowin' bricks, leavin' us chewin' on dry air and pure frustration
(Undead! Undead! March on through the night!)

[Instrumental Break] [Instrument: Trombone solo duel with fiddle, zombie groan harmonies] [Soundscape: Brass parade frenzy over boot-stomp breakdown] [Build-Up: Chain rattles accelerating into chaotic shuffle]

[Verse 2] [Vocal: Gravelly rasp building desperation] [Flow: Syncopated with fiddle stabs]
Scannin' for some skull-filling ideas sweeter than mesquite honey but thick with fear
All I find is filter faces spittin' echo-chamber slop from their digital gear
Young'uns with their gadgets clingin' to notions dumber than fence-post knots
Brains turned to pixel slop, ain't worth a single undead chomp or nod

[Bridge] [Vocal: Hoarse whisper shifting to pained shout] [Effect: Steel guitar weeping under]
We thought the whole town would bolt like spooked longhorns when we rose from the clay
But the town's just two-steppin' like it's any other dusty day
Why no wide-eyed dash for the pickup or the feed-store door?
Just dogs barkin' lazy and the flag wavin' like before

[Final Chorus] [Vocal: Epic shouted group with brass swell, more layers] [Flow: Bigger marching stomp, elongated notes]
Zombies Lives Matter but y'all just lean on the truck and grin (Zombies Lives Matter!)
Undead rights marchin' and the panic's hitched a ride west with the tumbleweeds (Undead rights!)
Where's the runnin' feet and the lobe-meat laced with raw terror we came to claim?
Y'all glued to them glowin' bricks, leavin' us chewin' on dry air and pure frustration
(Undead! Undead! March on through the night! Louder now—march!)

[Outro] [Tempo: Slowing fade] [Instrument: Fading tuba and chains] [Soundscape: Dust settling with creaking sign in wind and faint indifferent laughter]
Zombies Lives Matter!
(Zombies Lives Matter!)
Zombies Lives Matter!
(Zombies Lives Matter!)
Zombies Lives Matter!
(Zombies Lives Matter!)

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[Intro] [Tempo: Moderate marching 112 BPM] [Time Signature: 4/4] [Instrument: Tuba low oom-pah pulse] [Instrument: Rattling chains like dragging bones] [Soundscape: Wind-whipped dust swirling with distant saloon piano plinks] [Verse 1] [Vocal: Gravelly rasp with nasal twang] [Flow: Syncopated limp-stomp] [Bass: Upright bass thumping like a half-beat heart] Dragged our boots through the caliche crust, holes worn from the clay's stubborn clutch Sign held high 'bout undead rights but the locals just sip and scroll their touch Expected the street to scatter like quail from a shotgun in the brush Instead they're nursin' cold Lone Stars, thumbs dancin' on them glowin' bricks [Pre-Chorus] [Vocal: Strained upper register cracking] [Build-Up: Trombone rising slides with chain rattle crescendo] We dragged ourselves through the mesquite roots thinkin' we'd shake this town tonight But the only thing stirrin' is the heat shimmers and the dust devils' low flight [Chorus] [Vocal: Shouted group call-and-response with layered rasp] [Flow: Full marching stomp] Zombies Lives Matter but y'all just lean on the truck and grin (Zombies Lives Matter!) Undead rights marchin' and the panic's hitched a ride west with the tumbleweeds (Undead rights!) Where's the runnin' feet and the lobe-meat laced with raw terror we came to claim? Y'all glued to them glowin' bricks, leavin' us chewin' on dry air and pure frustration (Undead! Undead! March on through the night!) [Instrumental Break] [Instrument: Trombone solo duel with fiddle, zombie groan harmonies] [Soundscape: Brass parade frenzy over boot-stomp breakdown] [Build-Up: Chain rattles accelerating into chaotic shuffle] [Verse 2] [Vocal: Gravelly rasp building desperation] [Flow: Syncopated with fiddle stabs] Scannin' for some skull-filling ideas sweeter than mesquite honey but thick with fear All I find is filter faces spittin' echo-chamber slop from their digital gear Young'uns with their gadgets clingin' to notions dumber than fence-post knots Brains turned to pixel slop, ain't worth a single undead chomp or nod [Bridge] [Vocal: Hoarse whisper shifting to pained shout] [Effect: Steel guitar weeping under] We thought the whole town would bolt like spooked longhorns when we rose from the clay But the town's just two-steppin' like it's any other dusty day Why no wide-eyed dash for the pickup or the feed-store door? Just dogs barkin' lazy and the flag wavin' like before [Final Chorus] [Vocal: Epic shouted group with brass swell, more layers] [Flow: Bigger marching stomp, elongated notes] Zombies Lives Matter but y'all just lean on the truck and grin (Zombies Lives Matter!) Undead rights marchin' and the panic's hitched a ride west with the tumbleweeds (Undead rights!) Where's the runnin' feet and the lobe-meat laced with raw terror we came to claim? Y'all glued to them glowin' bricks, leavin' us chewin' on dry air and pure frustration (Undead! Undead! March on through the night! Louder now—march!) [Outro] [Tempo: Slowing fade] [Instrument: Fading tuba and chains] [Soundscape: Dust settling with creaking sign in wind and faint indifferent laughter] Zombies Lives Matter! (Zombies Lives Matter!) Zombies Lives Matter! (Zombies Lives Matter!) Zombies Lives Matter! (Zombies Lives Matter!)

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