Description
PATIENT CASE FILE: A Purple Rose From Cairo
CHIEF SURGEON: Dr. Shane Sohanz
PROCEDURE: Full Audio Reconstructive Surgery (Remake)
SURGICAL NOTES:
• Skeleton: Maintained the original base song architecture.
• Debridement: Cut the fat, mud, and grime off the low-end.
• Muscle Grafting: isolated backing track and pumped up the drums, bass, strings.
• Skin Graft: Sample and layered SFX.
• Vocal Reconstruction: Filtered and Doubled up the vocal cords on Verse 2 & 3 from extracted verses he reused on songs "Get It Right" and "Bats Fly In The Rain"
EVALUATION:
Patient has made full recovery. Listen to the new pulse.
Lyrics:
[Intro: Skeleton Lode]
With this pistol right here... I'll put so many holes in you
When the wind blows you'll whistle like a peanut wagon
Holocaust. now known.. as Skeleton Lode, Skeleton Lode
A Purple Rose from Cairo
Tom Baxter: "I've come in search of The Purple Rose of Cairo. It's an old legend that's fascinated me for years. A pharaoh had a rose painted purple for his queen. And now, the story says, purple roses grow wild at her tomb."
[Verse 1: Skeleton Lode]
Drink with the pirates, Cussin' in the house
Holes in the basement, Sawdust in your mouth
Crumbs on the balcony, Cigarettes and ice cream
Escape from the travelling circus for a purpose
The rainbow and the serpent, pit bulls and curtains
Talk sideways and I'll knock you from the surface
Swap with the merchants, Jewelry in the cabinеt
Old dusty guns, for fun I keep in slums
Write with ink a thousand feet thick and speak in tongues
Dancе to the beat of the skeleton's walk hon
Sledgehammer grammar, 99 Coronas
Cold Alizé and a basket full of bullets
Parasites in the well, have a drink
Body part in the sink, Stab a shrink
Dragged through the junkyard, Pick skulls from trees
Hitch knock-knees from here to overseas
Brawl with any man who threatens my lifespan
Might just gun you down with knife hand
Lost in the hallway, Indians on the rooftop
We sip brews, a coffee can full of screws
Spill in a lunchbox, Twilight and gunshots
Peeling mangos, Children to the schoolyard
Stretch in the daisies, Drunk with revolvers
Brave, brave, brave, please "Yankee Doodle Dandy"
Nightmare candy, Wu-Tang's the family
You fall in a coffin, Murder you rappers often
[Chorus: Skeleton Lode]
Tomorrow calls for sunlight
Good times in the sunlight
Tomorrow calls for sunlight
Good times in the sunlight ×3
[Verse 2: Skeleton Lode]
Elephant Men, guns and dirty mops
Purest hip-hop, shots heard on your block
Run down the staircase, stepping on greedy roaches
Never can approach this, lyrics that be the dopest
Drinking screwdrivers, laughing with the Skarekrow
Nails in a bucket of paint, The dirty saint
Ladies feel faint, I'm rusty as a monkey wrench
Thrown in the pipework, Swinging a Black Knight shirt
Late in the evening, Nightmare/Skeleton the poet
The sky rains hammers, HOO HOO HOO HOO HOO!
Guns in your face, watch me act the silliest
All points bullets and Killa Bee Gang affiliates
Club fight where you should mambo, Cigars
Clean classic cars, An evening at the opera house
This one ends with me returning to the swamp
Kiss L.A. on the cheek, Do Svidaniya (До свидания)
I'd rather leap with umbrellas
Fellas in congress are jealous and lies is what they sell us
Fiddle happily, harmonica never trifle
Pistol on my lap and in my coat 'cause it's rightful
Chitty Bang Bang, La Fée
Holocaust
Wu-Tang, Skeleton Lode in the darkness ...in the darkness
[Chorus]
Tomorrow calls for sunlight
Good times in the sunlight
Tomorrow calls for sunlight
Good times in the sunlight ×3
[Verse 3: Skeleton Lode]
A hand in the darkness, "Bats Fly in the Rain"
We play with the dead men, Hang a spiked brain
Coffee on the table, Skeletons in the walls
Wander down the cobwebbed halls until you fall
Deep in a coffin, look at the wooden grates
My pistol changes shapes, bullet holes in your drapes
Soap in the dirt, Plates in the lake
The Clown with the Tear-Away Face is selling cake
Roaches in a shoebox, mice in the guitar
Just through the woods and over, it isn't far
Drink up the bar, pour bullets into a shot glass
Stomp through the attic, blood smeared on the window
"A Purple Rose from Cairo"
A match fell down the tunnel in slow motion
Walk at the bottom of the ocean with a notion
A man selling pictures, Lonely on the road
Mean man Skeleton Lode from the cold
When he walks through the crowd their heads EXPLODE!
Stand in the doorway, came from California
Headdress short a few feathers, Face the Music
[Chorus]
Tomorrow calls for sunlight
Good times in the sunlight
Tomorrow calls for sunlight
Good times in the sunlight ×3
The planet gets priced for what it gives us
A beggar taxed for a corner to die in
The crooked priest has his fee, who doesn't live trust
And we bargain for the graves that we lie in
While at the Devil's booth all things are sold
Each ounce of junk costs its ounce in gold
Knowledge to the poorest comer
Free and lavish this summer
makes myself quit shucking and jiving ×2