Lady G

Gospel-funk, close-miked organ grit and a dry, punchy drum sound; hard 104 BPM backbeat, big live drums with heavy kick, thick bass guitar, gospel organ stabs and overdriven guitar; gospel-funk shouted male lead with a raw full voice and wide range climbing into a powerful full-voice belt, A small crackly-record intro gives way to a full-band final hook, ‑indie, ‑soft, ‑gentle, ‑sleepy, ‑lullaby, ‑whisper, ‑industrial, ‑trap hi-hat rolls, ‑drill, ‑mumble rap, ‑auto-tune, ‑vocal chops, ‑lo-fi, ‑EDM drop, ‑dubstep, ‑choir, ‑timpani, ‑gang shouts, ‑crooning, ‑breathy, ‑high light vocal, ‑talk-sing, ‑hushed, ‑legato, ‑silky, ‑thin vocal, ‑Soft Fire, ‑female vocals, ‑warm mid-range male vocal, ‑generic rap voice, ‑pop, ‑ballad, ‑cheesy, ‑piano, ‑smooth jazz, ‑lounge, ‑R&B ballad, ‑sweet vocal, ‑acoustic guitar, ‑lo-fi chill, ‑gospel choir, ‑vinyl crackle

[Hook: Shouting gospel-funk male lead, full band, gospel organ stabs, heavy kick]
Who's that voice on the forty-five?
Every beat that I made, she the reason it's alive
Chopped her up, sped her up, never knew who she be
Lady G, Lady G, she was singing to me

[Verse 2: Shouting gospel-funk male lead, gospel-funk shouted verse, overdriven guitar]
Mama turned seventy on a Saturday night
Whole family in the yard with the bulbs strung bright
I said Mama, let me play you where it all began
Put the needle on the groove with a shake in my hand
First line came out and she set down her plate
Then she looked at me slow like she's checking the date
Second verse came and she sang every word
Every bend, every growl, every note that I heard
Didn't read it off nothing, she just closed her eyes
Then she laughed and said baby, don't act so surprised
Radio shop on Ninth, one take, I was nineteen and wild
Cut it once, then I quit, and I sang it to my child

[Vamp: Shouting gospel-funk male lead, record to room, the hook comes through small and crackly then the live band takes it over full size]
Band in the yard caught it right off the groove
Seventy years old and she started to move
Took the mic from my hand like she took it before
And the whole block heard what that voice was for
Every beat that I made, every crowd that I drew
It was Mama all along, and the whole time she knew

[Final Hook: Shouting gospel-funk male lead, live band full size, gospel organ stabs, raw full voice]
Who's that voice on the forty-five?
Every beat that I made, she the reason it's alive
Chopped her up, sped her up, never knew who she be
Lady G, Lady G, she was singing to me

[End]

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[Verse 1: Shouting gospel-funk male lead, gospel-funk shouted verse, big live drums] Fifteen years old at a yard sale on Grand Milk crate of records for a dollar in my hand Warped little single with a hand-drawn sleeve Lady G on the label, that was all, believe Put it on the table with a crackle and a hiss Then a voice came out that I couldn't dismiss Big and raw like she's breaking the roof Every note that she hit like she's giving you proof So I chopped her up on a beat machine Every tape that I sold had her voice in between Sold 'em out the trunk on the corner of Fifth And the deal that I signed, it was built on her riff [Hook: Shouting gospel-funk male lead, full band, gospel organ stabs, heavy kick] Who's that voice on the forty-five? Every beat that I made, she the reason it's alive Chopped her up, sped her up, never knew who she be Lady G, Lady G, she was singing to me [Verse 2: Shouting gospel-funk male lead, gospel-funk shouted verse, overdriven guitar] Mama turned seventy on a Saturday night Whole family in the yard with the bulbs strung bright I said Mama, let me play you where it all began Put the needle on the groove with a shake in my hand First line came out and she set down her plate Then she looked at me slow like she's checking the date Second verse came and she sang every word Every bend, every growl, every note that I heard Didn't read it off nothing, she just closed her eyes Then she laughed and said baby, don't act so surprised Radio shop on Ninth, one take, I was nineteen and wild Cut it once, then I quit, and I sang it to my child [Hook: Shouting gospel-funk male lead, full band, gospel organ stabs, heavy kick] Who's that voice on the forty-five? Every beat that I made, she the reason it's alive Chopped her up, sped her up, never knew who she be Lady G, Lady G, she was singing to me [Vamp: Shouting gospel-funk male lead, record to room, the hook comes through small and crackly then the live band takes it over full size] Band in the yard caught it right off the groove Seventy years old and she started to move Took the mic from my hand like she took it before And the whole block heard what that voice was for Every beat that I made, every crowd that I drew It was Mama all along, and the whole time she knew [Final Hook: Shouting gospel-funk male lead, live band full size, gospel organ stabs, raw full voice] Who's that voice on the forty-five? Every beat that I made, she the reason it's alive Chopped her up, sped her up, never knew who she be Lady G, Lady G, she was singing to me [End]

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