Cry out Loud<Ira's Gambit >

**Style:** Afrobeat-Reggae Rock | **BPM:** 98 | **Mood:** Defiant, Mystical, Sweltering

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**[Intro]**

*(Droning cellos + harmonicas in minor key; tremolo violins build tension. Reggae-rock snare kick enters with Afrobeat shakers)*

**[Verse 1]**

Oh, Anansi… why’re you grinning, baby?

*(Offbeat guitar skanks, djembe thumps)*

Does that gold web hide the debts you owe tonight?

Or did your stories twist like vines, maybe?

*(Wailing harmonica riff; soulful female harmonies layer)*

**[Pre-Chorus]**

I don’t wanna curse your name…

*(Wah-wah guitar licks, synth bass wobbles)*

But someone’s gotta burn the game—**why not me?**

**[Chorus]**

Would you slither down your fence?

*(Afrobeat horns blast, distorted harmonica growls)*

Spin your lies, but show your face—I’ll take the blame.

**Would you cry out loud?**

*(Drums halt; eerie cello sustains)*

**If I ever were to drink your chemical?**

*(Female ad-libs: “Ooh, the poison’s sweet…”)*

**[Verse 2]**

Oh, trickster… where’s the pact you made, baby?

*(Distorted harmonica solo over rocksteady groove)*

Buried deep beneath your silk and ash and pride?

Does your new tale drown my name in maybe?

*(Aggressive violin saws; djembe fills)*

**[Bridge]**

You said, *“Deals never die, only debts get old,”*

*(Acoustic strums, harmonicas weep)*

But **chemicals burn holes** in stories you’ve sold—

*(Reggae-rock power chords crash; synth bass rumbles)*

**[Outro]**

*(Harmonica drones + cellos moan. Violins spiral upward)*

Na-na-na… the chemical sings…

Na-na-na… as the spider’s thread breaks…