[Guitar: Gibson '59 Les Paul Pearly Gates] [Pickups: Seymour Duncan Pearly Gates Humbuckers / Red Devil Single-Coil Humbuckers] [Strings: Dunlop Rev. Willy 0.007 Gauge Ultra-Light] [Pick: Mexican Peso Coin / 1.5mm Heavy Pick] [EQ Normalization: Rack Parametric EQ Matched To Pearly Gates Frequency Profile] [Pitch/Octave: Dunlop Siete Santos Octavio Fuzz / MXR Bass Octave Deluxe] [Treble Booster: Analog Man Beano Boost / Dallas Rangemaster Upper-Mid Push] [Main Overdrive: Butler Audio Tube Driver / Blackstone MOSFET Overdrive] [Fuzz Stacking: Bixonic Expandora Stacked For Aggressive Grit] [Tremolo: Demeter Tremulator Amp-Style Pulse] [Delay: MXR Carbon Copy Analog Slapback 120-160ms Single Repeat] [Pitch Shift: Eventide H3000 Rack Micro-Pitch Detune +/- 6 To 8 Cents Stereo Width] [Preamps: Voodoo Labs Modified Marshall JMP-1 Tube Preamp / Magnatone Super 59] [Power Amp: Marshall 120/120 Tube Power Amp] [Enclosure: Marshall 4x12 Cabinet Celestion V30s] [Miking/Direct: Palmer PDI-03 Speaker Simulator / sE Electronics V7 BFG Dynamic Mic] [36-band EQ:Rock prestes] [Treble EQ: Roll Off Above 6kHz / Push 1.5kHz-3kHz For Pinch Harmonics] [Drive Gain: Moderate Preamp Gain / Clipping Driven By Front-End Treble Boost And Heavy Attack] [Dynamics: Microtonal Bends Via 0.007 String Slack And Coin Edge Attack] [Arrangement Notes: 68 BPM ,8/4 TIME, accents on beats 1 and 4 Swung Texas Boogie bounce double-note| Key of Em | No Piano] [Intro: Low bass root-5th/6th bounce enters, Stratocaster double-note walk-up, spoken/growled intro] (Deep throat grit) Yeah… look at you stepping across that floor, Susie… Room’s catching fire and we just walked through the door… Come on over here, girl… let’s burn this joint down. [Verse 1 - Deep baritone chest voice, gritty tone, syncing with slinky 12-bar double-note walk-ups] Red heels snapping like a lightning crack, Got every eye in the building staring down your back. You look like mercy, but you move like sin, The band hits the shuffle and the trouble kicks in. Don't stand waiting on the edge of the dark, Come on, sweet Susie, let me feel that spark! [Chorus - Full chest power, desperate excited growl] Oh, Susie, tear the floorboards loose! Turn the heat up high, turn the spirit on the loose! Got a double-stop Rhythm breaking down the walls, When you swing like that, honey, watch the Cowboys fall! Yeah, slide on close, let the low end roll, We’re giving every single drop from the bottom of the soul! [Verse 2 - Driving rhythm, raspy inflection on line ends] Midnight velvet and a whiskey smile, Driving every man in Texas half a mile wild. Got the floorboards Burning under Redhot heels, Showing this room how the real thing feels. Drop them shoulders, let the Feelings take hold, We gonna turn this Rhythm into pure Texas gold! [Chorus - Maximum volume and throat grit] Oh, Susie, tear the floorboards loose! Turn the heat up high, turn the spirit on the loose! Got a double-stop Rhythm knocking down the walls, When you swing like that, honey, watch the Cowboys fall! Yeah, slide on close, let the low end roll, We’re giving every single drop from the bottom of the soul! [Guitar Solo - Vocals drop | Microtonal Stratocaster unleash double-stop bends] (Vocal ad-lib during solo entry) (Low throat grit) Let that Les Paul sting… bend it 'til it bleeds! [Verse 3 - Shuffled bass stays heavy, vocal builds from hushed grit to roar] Mercury’s rising, Heat's breaking the glass, Too hot to handle, way too wild to pass. You got that slow-burn strut, got that heavy-duty stride, Taking me along for the ultimate ride. Don't slow down now, kick off them shoes, Ain't nobody leaving with the midnight blues! [Chorus - Peak energy, raspy belting on high baritone notes] Oh, Susie, tear the floorboards loose! Turn the heat up high, turn the spirit on the loose! Got a double-stop FIRE burning down the walls, When you swing like that, honey, watch the Cowboys fall! Yeah, slide on close, let the low end roll, We’re giving every single drop from the bottom of the soul! [Outro - Fast chromatic walk-ups, raw fading ad-libs over final chord crash] (Grit-soaked spoken growl) That's it, Susie… bring it on home… Ain't no turning back now… Yeah… kick it right into the fire… (Final gravelly roar into ring-out) Lord have mercy!
