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Blues Dressed in Black

NeonAstronaut
Dark Delta blues fused with atmospheric black metal, ~78 BPM, Swampy, oppressive Mississippi-night atmosphere, Filthy resonator/slide guitar, buzzing strings, slow blues riffs, stomping kick, floor toms, upright bass, distant thunder and insects, Gradually introduce icy tremolo guitars, huge reverberant drums, feedback and explosive blast beats while preserving the Delta-blues backbone, Male vocalist: incredibly soulful, deep, smoky, gravelly and weather-beaten, like a lifetime of whiskey, cigarettes, grief and hard living carved into his throat, Intimate blues croons, cracked notes, growled edges, aching bends and enormous soulful belts, At emotional peaks, the SAME voice naturally deteriorates into tortured atmospheric black-metal rasps, feral shrieks and screams, then falls back into smoky blues, Raw, haunting, Southern Gothic, ancient, humid, evil and mournful, Resonator guitar and black-metal tremolo guitar duel during instrumental sections
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[Verse] Sold my soul... To the Devil... At them crossroads... I was relieved... To be free of its heavy load... He said, "Nice doin' businesse wit... what the Hell is this!" I answered, "Hahahah... it's yours now..." [Instrumental — crooked resonator-guitar blues riff kicks in with boot-stomp percussion and upright bass; dirty slide guitar answers each phrase while a distant fiddle begins sawing underneath] [Pre-Chorus] Now I can shred on this here Geetar! Saw that there fiddle! I might not know much... Hah, but I know a little... Somthin' bout... [Chorus] PLAYIN' THE BLUES!!! All dressed in black... Assaultin' with sound! MUSIC ON THE ATTACK!!! You and me and the Devil makes three... Nah nah nahhhhh... I'm never lonely... [Instrumental — explosive blues-black-metal jam; distorted resonator and vicious fiddle trade rapid phrases over pounding drums, dirty bass and tremolo guitars; ends on a swaggering blues turnaround] [Verse] Me and Satan... Don't see eye to eye... Him mopin' on the bottle... I asked him why... "I'm supposed to be the one... pollin' the tricks..." I said, "Well Lucy... thems the breaks... but I didn't trick you, gave you what you asked..." He sighed... "Yeah, only trouble is... YOU WON'T TAKE IT BACK!!!" [Instrumental — band erupts on the punchline; snarling slide guitar bends into a frantic fiddle response while drums hammer a stomping Delta rhythm; brief black-metal blast surges underneath before collapsing back into acoustic blues] [Pre-Chorus] Lucy will come around... I know it yet... The music will move him... Cleanse that regret... I mean... how can you not soar... When you're... [Chorus] PLAYIN' THE BLUES!!! All dressed in black... Assaultin' with sound! MUSIC ON THE ATTACK!!! You and me and the Devil makes three... Nah nah nahhhhh... I'm never lonely... [Instrumental — biggest jam of the song; resonator guitar and fiddle duel wildly while atmospheric black-metal guitars rise behind them; drums alternate between filthy blues stomp and furious blast beats, then everything cuts suddenly to silence] [Outro] Mama went away! Daddy in his grave! Ain't nobody came... To save the baby... You and me and the Devil makes three... Playin' the Blues! All night baby... [Final Instrumental — begins with lonely resonator guitar and mournful fiddle, then slowly rebuilds into a loose midnight crossroads jam; slide guitar and fiddle trade increasingly wild solos as drums, bass and atmospheric tremolo guitars return; ends with one final dirty blues turnaround, a scraping fiddle note and fading amplifier hum] [End]