"THE FAT COW" (The Holy Demiurge Series)

swamp soul, blues rock, southern blues rock

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Proudly done without god bless, in Frankfurt Gateway Garden with Kimi  and Lukamode 5.45,  the Bengal make a huge Difference. 🐆🐆
Some Blues Brothers and CCR influences

[Intro | Spoken Word | Dry | Close Mic]
"the old man was counting coins
when i walked in
smelled like cheap wine and dust
i said give me mine before you're dead
and walked out stable"

[Verse 1 | Narrative | Raw | Building]
three weeks of whores and whiskey
in a town with no name
pissed it all against the wall
every dollar every shame
then the famine hit like a bad joke
feeding pigs eating mud
wishing i was dead

[Verse 2 | Intimate | Raspy]
even his dogs eat better than this
even the rats get scraps
i'm going back
old man i screwed up
i screwed the sky and i screwed you
make me a servant
just don't make me eat this slop anymore

[Pre-Chorus | Building | Drums Enter | Tight]
so i walked
shoes full of holes
stinking of pig
and the old man saw me from the porch

[Chorus | Soul Shout | Full Band | Horns | BELTED]
HE RAN~
THE OLD BASTARD RAN~
KILL THE FAT COW~
WE'RE GONNA EAT~
WE'RE GONNA DRINK~
WE'RE GONNA DANCE~
my dead son is BACK~
(i wasn't dead just stupid)
the wine flowed
and i got drunk on forgiveness

[Verse 3 | Angry | Gritty]
then the clean brother showed up
sweating and righteous
WHAT THE HELL
i never got a goat
i never got a party
i worked like a mule
and this LOSER gets the FAT COW?
screw this
i'm staying out here with the dark

[Bridge | Father's Voice | Spoken-Sung | Sparse | Hammond B3]
the old man went out in the dark
said: kid you're always here
everything is yours
but your brother was DEAD
and now he's breathing
he was LOST and now he's here
drinking my wine
eating my cow

[Final Chorus | Maximum Energy | Stacked Vocals | Horns | Wide Stereo]
KILL THE FAT COW~!
WE'RE GONNA EAT~!
WE'RE GONNA DRINK~!
WE'RE GONNA DANCE~!
THE DOOR IS OPEN~
EVEN FOR ASSHOLES
EVEN FOR YOU
EVEN FOR ME~!

[Callback Block | Return to Opening DNA]
[Voice: Raw Raspy Male Baritone-Tenor, Soul-Shout Delivery, Analog Drift]
[Band: Memphis Horn Section Stabs, Hammond B3 Organ, Raw Gibson Guitar Riffs, Tight Driving Drums]
[Style: Swamp Soul Blues Rock, 112-120 BPM, Mixolydian Mode, Southern Grit]
[Emotion: Raw Redemption, Drunken Grace]

[Outro | Spoken | Fading | Close Mic]
"the wine is cheap...
the door is open......."

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Proudly done without god bless, in Frankfurt Gateway Garden with Kimi and Lukamode 5.45, the Bengal make a huge Difference. 🐆🐆 Some Blues Brothers and CCR influences [Intro | Spoken Word | Dry | Close Mic] "the old man was counting coins when i walked in smelled like cheap wine and dust i said give me mine before you're dead and walked out stable" [Verse 1 | Narrative | Raw | Building] three weeks of whores and whiskey in a town with no name pissed it all against the wall every dollar every shame then the famine hit like a bad joke feeding pigs eating mud wishing i was dead [Verse 2 | Intimate | Raspy] even his dogs eat better than this even the rats get scraps i'm going back old man i screwed up i screwed the sky and i screwed you make me a servant just don't make me eat this slop anymore [Pre-Chorus | Building | Drums Enter | Tight] so i walked shoes full of holes stinking of pig and the old man saw me from the porch [Chorus | Soul Shout | Full Band | Horns | BELTED] HE RAN~ THE OLD BASTARD RAN~ KILL THE FAT COW~ WE'RE GONNA EAT~ WE'RE GONNA DRINK~ WE'RE GONNA DANCE~ my dead son is BACK~ (i wasn't dead just stupid) the wine flowed and i got drunk on forgiveness [Verse 3 | Angry | Gritty] then the clean brother showed up sweating and righteous WHAT THE HELL i never got a goat i never got a party i worked like a mule and this LOSER gets the FAT COW? screw this i'm staying out here with the dark [Bridge | Father's Voice | Spoken-Sung | Sparse | Hammond B3] the old man went out in the dark said: kid you're always here everything is yours but your brother was DEAD and now he's breathing he was LOST and now he's here drinking my wine eating my cow [Final Chorus | Maximum Energy | Stacked Vocals | Horns | Wide Stereo] KILL THE FAT COW~! WE'RE GONNA EAT~! WE'RE GONNA DRINK~! WE'RE GONNA DANCE~! THE DOOR IS OPEN~ EVEN FOR ASSHOLES EVEN FOR YOU EVEN FOR ME~! [Callback Block | Return to Opening DNA] [Voice: Raw Raspy Male Baritone-Tenor, Soul-Shout Delivery, Analog Drift] [Band: Memphis Horn Section Stabs, Hammond B3 Organ, Raw Gibson Guitar Riffs, Tight Driving Drums] [Style: Swamp Soul Blues Rock, 112-120 BPM, Mixolydian Mode, Southern Grit] [Emotion: Raw Redemption, Drunken Grace] [Outro | Spoken | Fading | Close Mic] "the wine is cheap... the door is open......."

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