Dirt on My Soul

[Raw 70s Blues Rock, style of Joe Cocker, 66 BPM, deep gravelly baritone male vocals, emotionally strained and raspy, powerful screams, gritty Hammond B3 organ, soulful brass section, female gospel choir backing, whiskey-soaked voice, authentic and intense.] [Style: Heavy Blues-Rock / Soul | Tempo: 66 BPM | Sound: Gritty B3 Organ, soulful brass, heavy dragging drums, and soaring gospel backing vocals] [Style: Heavy Blues-Rock / Soul | Tempo: 66 BPM] [Verse 1] I’ve been walkin' through the fire, walkin' through the rain, Trading every heartbeat for a little bit of pain. My pockets are empty, my boots are worn thin, I’m fightin' all the shadows livin' under my skin. They told me: "Boy, just walk the straight line," But I never found a road that was ever really mine. [Pre-Chorus] I feel the pressure, deep down in my chest, This world is a cage, and I’m failin' the test! [Chorus] [Full Cocker-mode: Raspy, strained, powerful] There’s DIRT ON MY SOUL, and it won’t wash away! I’ve been diggin' my own grave, day after day! YEAAAAAH! (Erster Schrei!) I don’t need no mercy, I just need some light, ‘Cause the world outside, it just don’t treat me right! I’m still standin' here – against the grain of time, With a gallon of sorrow and a mountain to climb! [Verse 2] Look at me now, I’m scarred by the wind, I ain't no lost and helpless little child, no I ain't! I’ve seen the fire, I’ve felt the cold steel, The devil’s been spinnin' my broken wheel. But tonight, yeah tonight, I’m breakin' the chain, I’m gonna scream out the thunder and drown out the rain! [Bridge] [Music drops to just bass and kick drum] They tell me: "Keep it down..." They tell me: "Be a good man..." (Instruments explode back in) BUT I WON’T BE SILENT! I WON’T BE SHAMED! NOOOOOO! (Langer, rauer Schrei) [Final Chorus] There’s DIRT ON MY SOUL, and it won’t wash away! I’ve been diggin' my own grave, day after day! I’m still standin' here – against the grain of time, With a gallon of sorrow and a mountain to climb! [Outro] All by myself... With the dirt on my soul... (Growling, shouting, raspy laughter) Yeah, that’s how it feels! OAAAAAAAH!