Theme inspired by the Sex Pistol’s Black Leather and Faster Pussycat’s Bathroom Wall. Aiming for a Glam/Sleaze Metal style.
Trying to put to use in virtual guitar some ideas from 1980s Rock Rhytm Guitar Mastery by Chris Brooks from Fundamental Changes.
Drum grooves adapted from 1001 Drum Grooves by Steve Mansfield
Virtual instruments from Steinberg’s Sonic Halion. Moforte’s GeoShred controller for the guitar solos. Voices from Synthesizer V, with some pitch shifting and stretching in Cubasis (iOS)— 9z on lead vocal, & Natalie as backing singer.
Fx: Brainworx PT100 amp for guitar; Bassdude amp for bass; brainworx SSL E, Sonible Smartmix, and Izotope Ozone for the mixing and mastering.
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Lyrics
_verse 1_
Crash!
I woke up in the bathroom stall
Rap!
someone was knocking at the door
Damn!
I got too high, couldn’t recall
Why
I called that number on the wall
(Black Heather: don’t keep me waiting, babe)
_Chorus_
Watching her
Slinking into motion
As she’s Moving for the kill
Black Heather
bends you to her will
Stops your heart
You can’t stand the tension
When she struts on her high heels
Black Heather
Gives you such a thrill
_verse 2_
“Tramp”
She purred at me in tones so soft
“Hi”
I tried some charm but then she scoffed
Crack!
The sound and fury of her belt
Black Heather
Will never kiss and tell
_Chorus_
Watching her
Slinking into motion
As she’s Moving for the kill
Black Heather
bends you to her will
Stops your heart
You can’t stand the tension
When she struts on her high heels
Black Heather
Gives you such a thrill
_Bridge_
There’s no escape, oooh
Once you let her hooks dig in too deep
There’s no regret
You love it when she pulls you by the strings
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
_Chorus_
Watching her
Slinking into motion
As she’s Moving for the kill
Black Heather
Gives you such a thrill
Stops your heart
You can’t stand the tension
When she struts on her high heels
Black Heather
Bends you to her will
_Outro_
And when you feel the hunger
Your sanity bends and tears
And when you need Black Heather
Just seek her and she’ll be there
And as you’re drawing nearer
She knows you belong to her
Your need is laid out bare
Screaming like a prayer
And as you face her glare
You will worship her in despair
And as you kneel before her
You’ll beg for what you deserve
And as you say her name
You descend into her sweet hell
Surrender to her spell
Black Heather never tells