Got No Soul v2 (test)

Bluegrass, Newgrass, Heavy Metal, Speed Metal, Indie Rock, [Deep and Gritty Male Vocals}

[INTRO]
(The crossroads...)
(Where the dirt is black...)
I ain't ever going back!

[VERSE 1]
I had a heart of gold but hands made of lead
Could barely strum a rhythm to keep the spirits fed
The banjo was a riddle, the mandolin a wall
I was the joke of the hollow, the smallest of them all
So I walked down to the junction where the four ways meet
With the dust of my failure on the soles of my feet
The Tall Man was waiting with a grin like a blade
He said, "I'll give you the fire, but a price must be paid."

[PRE-CHORUS]
(Piano) He took the blood...
(Mezzo Forte) He took the skin...
(Forte) AND LET THE SHREDDING BEGIN!

[CHORUS]
You say it’s got no soul
Well, you’re god-damn right
I traded that away
On a moonless night
I pick like a beast, I play like a god
While my body is feeding the graveyard sod
I’m the soulless one
(Deal with it!)

[VERSE 2]
Now you sit in the front row and you start to complain
That you can't feel the "warmth" or the "sweet, human pain"
You say it's too technical, too sharp and too cold
But that’s the sound of a story that’ll never grow old
I don’t need a pulse to keep a double-time beat
I don’t need a lung to make the high notes sweet
You'll wither and wrinkle, you'll fade and you'll die
While I’m still here picking 'til the sun leaves the sky

[BRIDGE]
Go on and weep for your folk-hero kings
With their out-of-tune hearts and their rusted-out strings
I’m the white-knuckle terror, the calcium king
I’M THE ECHO OF THE DEVIL IN EVERY DAMN STRING!

[SOLO]
[Instrumental: Mandolin & Banjo Shred Duel]
[*Mandolin plays hyper-speed, neoclassical scales over a thrash-bluegrass beat*]
[*Banjo uses heavy distortion and rapid-fire finger-style rolls*]
[*Bass guitar does a "Thunder Stomp" rhythm*]

[BREAKDOWN]
[*All music stops. Only the sound of dry bone-fingers tapping on the mandolin wood*]
(Spoken Word - Gritty)
So it’s clinical, is it?
Too perfect for your ears?
I’ve got an eternity to practice...
While you’ve only got years.
NO SOUL! (YEAH!)
NO HEART! (YEAH!)
JUST THE MUSIC!
THAT TEARS YOU APART!

[FINAL CHORUS]
(Fortissimo) YOU SAY IT’S GOT NO SOUL!
WELL, YOU’RE GOD-DAMN RIGHT!
I TRADED THAT AWAY!
ON A MOONLESS NIGHT!
I pick like a beast, I play like a god
The only thing immortal above this sod
I’m the soulless one...

[OUTRO]
(Piano) Deal with it...
(I’m here forever...)
The bone don’t break...
(The string don't snap...)
(Pianissimo) Soulless...
Beast...
Eternal.

[FADE OUT]
[*A final, piercing, high-pitched mandolin harmonic*]
[*The sound of a heavy wooden door slamming shut*]

[END]

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[INTRO] (The crossroads...) (Where the dirt is black...) I ain't ever going back! [VERSE 1] I had a heart of gold but hands made of lead Could barely strum a rhythm to keep the spirits fed The banjo was a riddle, the mandolin a wall I was the joke of the hollow, the smallest of them all So I walked down to the junction where the four ways meet With the dust of my failure on the soles of my feet The Tall Man was waiting with a grin like a blade He said, "I'll give you the fire, but a price must be paid." [PRE-CHORUS] (Piano) He took the blood... (Mezzo Forte) He took the skin... (Forte) AND LET THE SHREDDING BEGIN! [CHORUS] You say it’s got no soul Well, you’re god-damn right I traded that away On a moonless night I pick like a beast, I play like a god While my body is feeding the graveyard sod I’m the soulless one (Deal with it!) [VERSE 2] Now you sit in the front row and you start to complain That you can't feel the "warmth" or the "sweet, human pain" You say it's too technical, too sharp and too cold But that’s the sound of a story that’ll never grow old I don’t need a pulse to keep a double-time beat I don’t need a lung to make the high notes sweet You'll wither and wrinkle, you'll fade and you'll die While I’m still here picking 'til the sun leaves the sky [CHORUS] You say it’s got no soul Well, you’re god-damn right I traded that away On a moonless night I pick like a beast, I play like a god While my body is feeding the graveyard sod I’m the soulless one (Deal with it!) [BRIDGE] Go on and weep for your folk-hero kings With their out-of-tune hearts and their rusted-out strings I’m the white-knuckle terror, the calcium king I’M THE ECHO OF THE DEVIL IN EVERY DAMN STRING! [SOLO] [Instrumental: Mandolin & Banjo Shred Duel] [*Mandolin plays hyper-speed, neoclassical scales over a thrash-bluegrass beat*] [*Banjo uses heavy distortion and rapid-fire finger-style rolls*] [*Bass guitar does a "Thunder Stomp" rhythm*] [BREAKDOWN] [*All music stops. Only the sound of dry bone-fingers tapping on the mandolin wood*] (Spoken Word - Gritty) So it’s clinical, is it? Too perfect for your ears? I’ve got an eternity to practice... While you’ve only got years. NO SOUL! (YEAH!) NO HEART! (YEAH!) JUST THE MUSIC! THAT TEARS YOU APART! [FINAL CHORUS] (Fortissimo) YOU SAY IT’S GOT NO SOUL! WELL, YOU’RE GOD-DAMN RIGHT! I TRADED THAT AWAY! ON A MOONLESS NIGHT! I pick like a beast, I play like a god The only thing immortal above this sod I’m the soulless one... [OUTRO] (Piano) Deal with it... (I’m here forever...) The bone don’t break... (The string don't snap...) (Pianissimo) Soulless... Beast... Eternal. [FADE OUT] [*A final, piercing, high-pitched mandolin harmonic*] [*The sound of a heavy wooden door slamming shut*] [END]

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