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🎵 Title: "Talkin' 'Bout a Revolution"


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[Intro – Industrial & Blues instrumental fusion]
[Low distorted bass hums like a warning siren]
[Metallic clangs echo in the dark, distant steam hisses]
[A gritty slide guitar cuts in, slow and mean]
[Foot-stomp groove builds under electronic pulses]
[Industrial noise fuses with walking blues rhythm – hypnotic, dangerous, alive]


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[Spoken Intro – Over the fused groove]
Yeah, I was walkin' down the alley one night,
Smoke in the sky and trouble in the streetlights.
Heard some folks talkin' 'bout a big ol’ change,
But their fire smelled more like rage.
So I said,
“You better slow down, child... revolution got a price.”


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[Verse 1 – Boogie groove with fuzzy guitar]
You wanna tear it down, burn it all to the ground,
Say the world’s been cruel, now it's your turn to howl.
But I seen hate wear the same disguise,
Callin’ itself truth with blood in its eyes.
You got a fist full o’ anger, but your heart’s gone cold,
You say it’s justice — but it’s just control.


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[Chorus – Dark industrial stomp, Manson style]
You say you want a revolution,
But you don’t know the cost.
You say you fight for freedom,
But your mercy’s lost.
If love ain’t in the fire,
Then you’re just feedin’ the flame —
A ghost in the choir,
Screamin’ someone else’s name.


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[Instrumental A – Dirty slide guitar + distorted beat]
[Guitar moans over slow foot-stomp groove]


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[Verse 2 – Spoken-blues voice, stripped-down groove]
They told me once, "Pick a side or be the enemy,"
But truth don’t live in that kind o’ binary.
I seen revolutions eat their own,
Turn saints to serpents, skin to bone.
You can break the system, yeah, that might be right,
But don’t lose your soul in the middle o’ the fight.


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[Chorus – Reprise with added growl]
You say you want a revolution,
But you don’t know the cost.
You scream about salvation,
But your compass is lost.
If love ain't in the rhythm,
You're dancin’ with pain —
Just a shadow on the pavement,
Howlin’ in vain.


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[Instrumental B – Boogie riff meets industrial pulse]
[Guitar licks loop hypnotically with bass stomp and distant screams]


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[Bridge – Whispered, then shouted]
Whisper:
Change... don’t come from the fire alone.
It comes from the silence... deep in your bones.
Shout:
You gotta walk it slow, gotta own the night,
Not just burn it down — but build it right!


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[New Rough Verse – Spoken with grit, distorted guitar]
I seen good men fall for the thrill of the fight,
Turn holy words into bullets by night.
You say it's for the people, but your hands ain't clean,
You're preachin’ fire while you kill the dream.
Ain’t no justice when the rage goes blind,
You're just swingin' in circles, leavin’ truth behind.


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[Final Chorus – Full industrial-blues power]
You say you want a revolution,
But love’s the only key.
You try to be the savior,
But you forgot to see.
If peace ain't in your footsteps,
You ain’t walkin’ free —
Just another loud illusion,
Fallin’ endlessly.


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[Outro – Spoken blues, fading groove]
I said, “You better check your soul, child...
Before the flame turns back on you.”


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[Final Instrumental – Industrial to Hooker Blues transition]
[Industrial drums slow to half-speed, metallic textures dissolve]
[Distorted synth fades into clean, dry slide guitar riff]
[Heavy stomp becomes loose foot-tap on wooden floor]
[The groove rolls into a raw John Lee Hooker-style boogie]
[Guitar walks free – dirty, human, alive]


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