What's The Delay?
FAST Gritty hard rock, 70s rock revival, garage rock. A driving, mid-tempo rhythm with a punchy, heavy drum beat and a thick, fuzzy bassline. The main instrument is a raw, overdriven electric guitar playing bluesy, angry riffs. The mood is cynical and fed-up, building into an explosive, powerful anthem. This is a song to scream your lungs out to, pure brain-melting energy. Sung by a powerful, raspy, gritty female alto voice with a ton of attitude and swagger, in the style of Lzzy Hale or Joan Jett. NO metal screaming or growls.
What's The Delay?
FAST Gritty hard rock, 70s rock revival, garage rock. A driving, mid-tempo rhythm with a punchy, heavy drum beat and a thick, fuzzy bassline. The main instrument is a raw, overdriven electric guitar playing bluesy, angry riffs. The mood is cynical and fed-up, building into an explosive, powerful anthem. This is a song to scream your lungs out to, pure brain-melting energy. Sung by a powerful, raspy, gritty female alto voice with a ton of attitude and swagger, in the style of Lzzy Hale or Joan Jett. NO metal screaming or growls.
Lyrics
Intro
(Sound of a clock ticking, then a loud, distorted guitar chord cuts it off)
Verse 1
The sun is burning out my eyes
The coffee's cold, another lie
My back is screaming, it's a goddamn joke
Another day, another way to be broke
The news is on, a politician's face
Smiling while he ruins this place
I'm stuck in traffic, breathing fumes
Surrounded by these mindless grooms
Chorus
Hey, Mr. Reaper, what's the delay?
I've got my bags packed, let's leave today
I'm tired of the noise, I'm tired of the pain
I'm standing here waiting in the acid rain
So swing that scythe, man, make it quick and clean
This is the shittiest party I've ever seen
Come on, Grim, just end the show
I'm ready to go, man, I'm ready to go!
Verse 2
My boss is an idiot, my job's a cage
The hippies preach of love and peace on a brand new page
The activists are screaming for some "brand new deal"
While communists explain what I should feel
I force a smile, I play the game
But deep inside, I curse their name
Chorus
Hey, Mr. Reaper, what's the delay?
I've got my bags packed, let's leave today
I'm tired of the noise, I'm tired of the pain
I'm standing here waiting in the acid rain
So swing that scythe, man, make it quick and clean
This is the shittiest party I've ever seen
Come on, Grim, just end the show
I'm ready to go, man, I'm ready to go!
Guitar Solo
(A raw, bluesy, and angry guitar solo. Not technical or fast, but full of pent-up frustration and attitude. Think Slash
meets Joan Jett.)
Bridge
The sunshine preachers with their vacant smiles
Selling utopia in pre-packaged styles
They talk of saving the whole damn world
While my own flag is getting unfurled
I'm done with hope, I'm done with light
Just give me the comfort of the endless night!
Chorus
Hey, Mr. Reaper, what's the delay?
I've got my bags packed, let's leave today
I'm tired of the noise, I'm tired of the pain
I'm standing here waiting in the acid rain
So swing that scythe, man, make it quick and clean
This is the shittiest party I've ever seen
Come on, Grim, just end the show
I'm ready to go, man, I'm READY TO GO!
Outro - A final, sharp, heavy chord that cuts to silence
Any time now...
Just punch the clock...