Platinum Keyholes
garage rock, alternative rock, 1970s live room, tube amp breakup, spring reverb, slapback delay, fuzz pedal riffs, palm muted power chords, overdriven bassline, tom heavy drums, room mic punch, tape saturation, mono vocal stack, shouted hooks, half time breakdown, midtempo stomp, raw catharsis, nocturnal grit
CHAD WESLEY SANDERS·7:59
7:59
Platinum Keyholes
garage rock, alternative rock, 1970s live room, tube amp breakup, spring reverb, slapback delay, fuzz pedal riffs, palm muted power chords, overdriven bassline, tom heavy drums, room mic punch, tape saturation, mono vocal stack, shouted hooks, half time breakdown, midtempo stomp, raw catharsis, nocturnal grit
Creator: CHAD WESLEY SANDERSRelease Date: April 23, 2026
Lyrics
Verse 1:
Down at the crossroads where the three rivers meet
There’s a man in a suit with a smile that’s too sweet
He’s looking for talent, he’s looking for fire
He’s got a contract that’ll take you much higher.
Verse 2:
He says, "Give me your rhythm and give me your soul
And I’ll put your name on the platinum roll
I’ll give you the world in a silver-lined box
But I’m the one holding the keys to the locks."
Chorus:
Welcome to the market, the market of souls
Where the cost of the glory takes its heavy tolls
You can barter your heart for a moment of fame
But the devil's the one who’ll remember your name.
Verse 3:
I looked at his paper and I looked at his pen
I thought of the freedom of the mountain and glen
I’d rather be hungry and singing for free
Than trading the truth of the person in me.
Bridge:
No deal! I shouted as I walked from the light
I’m keeping my spirit for the rest of the night
My songs aren't for sale to a man in a tie
I’d rather just trade them with the birds in the sky.
Verse 4:
He vanished in smoke with a disappointed scowl
As the wind in the hollow began a low howl
I’m back in the village with a lute in my hand
The richest poor man in the whole of the land.
Chorus:
Welcome to the market, the market of souls
Where the cost of the glory takes its heavy tolls
You can barter your heart for a moment of fame
But the devil's the one who’ll remember your name.
Down at the crossroads where the three rivers meet
There’s a man in a suit with a smile that’s too sweet
He’s looking for talent, he’s looking for fire
He’s got a contract that’ll take you much higher.
Verse 2:
He says, "Give me your rhythm and give me your soul
And I’ll put your name on the platinum roll
I’ll give you the world in a silver-lined box
But I’m the one holding the keys to the locks."
Chorus:
Welcome to the market, the market of souls
Where the cost of the glory takes its heavy tolls
You can barter your heart for a moment of fame
But the devil's the one who’ll remember your name.
Verse 3:
I looked at his paper and I looked at his pen
I thought of the freedom of the mountain and glen
I’d rather be hungry and singing for free
Than trading the truth of the person in me.
Bridge:
No deal! I shouted as I walked from the light
I’m keeping my spirit for the rest of the night
My songs aren't for sale to a man in a tie
I’d rather just trade them with the birds in the sky.
Verse 4:
He vanished in smoke with a disappointed scowl
As the wind in the hollow began a low howl
I’m back in the village with a lute in my hand
The richest poor man in the whole of the land.
Chorus:
Welcome to the market, the market of souls
Where the cost of the glory takes its heavy tolls
You can barter your heart for a moment of fame
But the devil's the one who’ll remember your name.