No Soul

Bluegrass, Thrash, Indie Rock, [Deep Gritty Male Vocal], [Badgids]

[INSTRUMENTAL PRELUDE]
[Em] [G] [D] [A]
[*A low, distorted hum like a distant storm*]
[*Single, slow banjo notes that sound clumsy and out of tune*]
[*Suddenly, a lightning-fast mandolin riff cuts through with surgical precision*]

[Male Vocals: Badgids]
[INTRO]
[Em]
The crossroads...
[G]
Where the dirt is black...
[D]                    [A]
I ain't ever going back!

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

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

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

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

[BRIDGE]
[Am]                [Em]
Go on and weep for your folk-hero kings
[Am]                [B7]
With their out-of-tune hearts and their rusted-out strings
[Am]                [Em]
I’m the white-knuckle terror, the undead king
[C]                 [D]
I’M THE ECHO OF THE DEVIL IN EVERY DAMN STRING!

[SOLO]
[Instrumental: Mandolin & Banjo Shred Duel]
[Em] [G] [D] [A] (x4)
[*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*]
[Em]
[Spoken Word - Gritty]
So it’s clinical, is it?
[G]
Too perfect for your ears?
[D]
I’ve got an eternity to practice...
[A]
While you’ve only got years.
[Em]
NO SOUL! (YEAH!)
[G]
NO HEART! (YEAH!)
[D]
JUST THE MUSIC!
[A]
THAT TEARS YOU APART!

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

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

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

[END]

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[Decade: 1995] [Genre: Bluegrass, Subgenre: Indie Rock] [Country: USA] [Vocalist info: Deep Gritty Male Vocals] [Music descriptors: driving mandolin pulses, stomping drum beats, thunder bass, syncopated banjo accents] [Tempo: 130 BPM] [Produced by Badgids, Rob Zombie, White Zombie | Studios: The Sound Kitchen & Ocean Way] [INSTRUMENTAL PRELUDE] [Em] [G] [D] [A] [*A low, distorted hum like a distant storm*] [*Single, slow banjo notes that sound clumsy and out of tune*] [*Suddenly, a lightning-fast mandolin riff cuts through with surgical precision*] [Male Vocals: Badgids] [INTRO] [Em] The crossroads... [G] Where the dirt is black... [D] [A] I ain't ever going back! [VERSE 1] [Em] [G] I had a heart of gold but hands made of lead [D] [A] Could barely strum a rhythm to keep the spirits fed [Em] [G] The banjo was a riddle, the mandolin a wall [D] [A] I was the joke of the town, the worst of them all [Em] [G] So I walked down to the junction where the four ways meet [D] [A] With the dust of my failure on the soles of my boots [Em] [G] The Tall Man was waiting with a grin like a blade [D] [A] [Em] He said, "I'll give you the fire, but a price must be paid." [PRE-CHORUS] [C] [G] (Piano) He took the blood... [D] [Em] (Mezzo Forte) He took the skin... [C] [D] (Forte) AND LET THE SHREDDING BEGIN! [CHORUS] [Em] [C] You say it’s got no soul [G] [D] Well, you’re god-damn right [Em] [C] I traded that away [G] [D] On a moonless night [Em] [C] I pick like a beast, I play like a god [G] [D] [Em] While my body is feeding the graveyard sod [C] [D] I’m the soulless one [Em] Deal with it! [VERSE 2] [Em] [G] Now you sit in the front row and you start to complain [D] [A] That you can't feel the "warmth" or the "sweet, human pain" [Em] [G] You say it's too technical, too sharp and too cold [D] [A] But that’s the sound of a story that’ll never grow old [Em] [G] I don’t need a pulse to keep a double-time beat [D] [A] I don’t need a lung to make the high notes sweet [Em] [G] You'll wither and wrinkle, you'll fade and you'll die [D] [A] [Em] While I’m still here picking 'til the sun leaves the sky [CHORUS] [Em] [C] You say it’s got no soul [G] [D] Well, you’re god-damn right [Em] [C] I traded that away [G] [D] On a moonless night [Em] [C] I pick like a beast, I play like a god [G] [D] [Em] While my body is feeding the graveyard sod [C] [D] I’m the soulless one [Em] Deal with it! [BRIDGE] [Am] [Em] Go on and weep for your folk-hero kings [Am] [B7] With their out-of-tune hearts and their rusted-out strings [Am] [Em] I’m the white-knuckle terror, the undead king [C] [D] I’M THE ECHO OF THE DEVIL IN EVERY DAMN STRING! [SOLO] [Instrumental: Mandolin & Banjo Shred Duel] [Em] [G] [D] [A] (x4) [*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*] [Em] [Spoken Word - Gritty] So it’s clinical, is it? [G] Too perfect for your ears? [D] I’ve got an eternity to practice... [A] While you’ve only got years. [Em] NO SOUL! (YEAH!) [G] NO HEART! (YEAH!) [D] JUST THE MUSIC! [A] THAT TEARS YOU APART! [FINAL CHORUS] [Em] [C] (Fortissimo) YOU SAY IT’S GOT NO SOUL! [G] [D] WELL, YOU’RE GOD-DAMN RIGHT! [Em] [C] I TRADED THAT AWAY! [G] [D] ON A MOONLESS NIGHT! [Em] [C] I pick like a beast, I play like a god [G] [D] [Em] The only thing immortal above this sod [C] [D] I’m the soulless one... [OUTRO] [Em] [G] (Piano) Deal with it... [D] [A] I’m here forever... [Em] [G] The bone don’t break... [D] [A] The string don't snap... [Em] [G] (Pianissimo) Soulless... [D] [A] Beast... [Em] Eternal. [FADE OUT] [*A final, piercing, high-pitched mandolin harmonic*] [*The sound of a heavy wooden door slamming shut*] [END]

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