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下载歌词[Intro] [Clawhammer 5‑string banjo picks a simple, hypnotic bum‑ditty; long‑bow fiddle drones low A. Vast, empty room tone.] [Verse 1] [Banjo + fiddle only. Weathered baritone, close‑mic'd prairie grit, vibrato locked straight tone. Chest voice cracks to falsetto on line 3. Tempo 72 BPM.] The iron snake keeps slidin' on, singin' its steel-string tune Beneath a poisoned, blackened sky that chokes the sun and moon The little one weeps and shakes for the one ain't here no more And the hunger in our bellies is a low and steady roar. [Verse 2] [Light boot‑stomp on 2 and 4. Fiddle adds second drone. Spoken‑word testimony delivery, half‑sung narrative. Tempo 76 BPM.] The driver, he says, "Engine's dry, she's thirstin' for the black." "An hour's run is all she's got, and there ain't no turnin' back." So we pointed her to Haining town, a name upon the map A place to find the diesel‑vein, or die right in the trap. [Chorus] [Steel resonator slide enters with cold metallic gliss. Banjo pattern busier. Step forward on‑beat, let exhaustion bleed through. Vibrato unlocks on final word. Tempo 84 BPM.] Oh, the diesel lullaby, a "clack‑clack" on the rail A song to keep you movin' through this godless, bitter vale No heaven up above us and no law down below Just the hunger in your gut and the fuel to make you go. [Verse 3] [Back to banjo + fiddle. Fiddle double‑stops, low harmony hum. Spoken narrative, under‑sing melody, no decoration. Tempo 78 BPM.] Found a den of junkyard dogs, their eyes a jealous green But their flesh was lean with sickness, too foul and too unclean. Then we crept into the factory halls, where iron giants sleep And found the black water we need, a promise we could keep. [Verse 4] [Dynamic crest. Resonator returns. Controlled emotion, grief bleeds on held notes. Breath pause after line 1. Straight tone no vibrato on line 4. Short 4‑bar slide pickup. Tempo 82 BPM.] But hungry ghosts came from the shacks, with nothin' left to lose We had the prize, they had the need—begged bread; I fed 'em steel indeed. The electric truck, it made no sound, a shadow swift and grim I gave 'em the bumper, I gave 'em the wheel; pressed bone into the rim. [Chorus] [Band steps forward. Fiddle frantic with saw‑stroke figures. Resonator answers vocal. Full emotion but restrained delivery. Emphasis weight on "blood". Tempo 84 BPM.] Oh, the diesel lullaby, a "clack‑clack" on the rail A song to keep you movin' through this godless, bitter vale No heaven up above us and no law down below Just the blood beneath your nails and the fuel to make you go. [Outro] [Lone banjo. Fiddle sustains high harmonic. Ritardando to 66 BPM. Diesel sub‑pad fades. Witness testimony tone. Straight delivery no decoration. Let silence carry weight after final line.] A woman's dying curse, a firework in the sky Told the whole damn world we're here, and which way we're gonna fly. Washed my skin in diesel, wore a dead man's leather hide. And the iron snake began to roll... with our ghosts locked up inside. [Banjo plays the final notes, then fades into silence.]
