Lucifer, you old dog!
Thanks for all the success you’ve granted me and the lads, Luci. Must say we were surprised that you didn’t want our souls in return, just a chance to write a song together. But great!
Also delighted you sent your proposed new lyrics in the form of a demo cassette. Such a deep bass singing voice!
Before the band records, I wanted to check in about a couple of word choices.
At the intro, you use a bunch of interjections. There’s “Hey!” and “Look at me!” and “Devil time!” At one point, I think you yell, and I could have it wrong, “How are you?” Feels wordy. Maybe I could just yell “Yeow!” here and there?
Now the opening line, you have:
Please allow me to introduce myself.
I’m Satan. Hello there!
I wonder if that gives away the game a little bit early. Maybe just keep the first sentence?
Loving the “wealth and taste” bit. In terms of wanting to set up a riddle, the thing about being around with Jesus, I mean, that kind of narrows things down, age-wise? Puts us in the realm of immortals pretty fast. A lot of our fans are quite stoned, though, so maybe they won’t guess yet.
Digging the transition to Pontius Pilate. Smooth. Right now, your lyrics are:
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Cause washing hands is important, you guys,
Stop those germs before it’s too late.
And then you abruptly stop the music and do a spoken word thing:
Really, to just be serious here for a moment,
I can’t emphasize hand washing enough
We all do it down here in Hell between crushing guys’ testicles
in our horrifying claw hands.
Just feels like a bit of a tangent? Germs (which you have in Hell?) aren’t really the focus of our song.
Okay, music starts back up—next verse:
And I went down to Georgia once
and I got into a fiddle contest there.
There was this kid Johnny,
and it’s actually a pretty funny story.
It DOES sound fascinating, and I want to hear all about it. I do wonder, though, if that’s a different song? We want to get our song on the radio so I’m watching the clock a bit.
Moving on. You have:
Stuck around St. Petersburg
when I saw it was a time for a change.
Bought a condo in Tampa instead.
Better vibe there across the bay.
I asked some of the lads, and there was a general consensus that Florida real estate doesn’t read as Satanic, at least not on the surface. Hey, I know: What about the Russian St. Petersburg? We can workshop ideas.
Gotta confess I’m on the fence about the Blitzkrieg part. Starts strong:
I rode a tank, held a general’s rank
when the Blitzkrieg raged,
and the bodies stank.
Then I think we get diverted again with:
My tank helmet needed holes cut out
to fit my little devil horns.
I really hate to mention this, but that doesn’t make you very scary, nor does the next one:
My cape got stuck in the hatch door,
and also I don’t know how to drive a tank
so I kept steering into a tree.
From the crying on your recording, I can tell this is a painful memory for you, and maybe you’re just not ready to explore it in a song? Also, you forgot to rhyme.
So many of your lyrics are really top-notch, Prince of Lies, and in many cases they just need a little tightening. Take, for instance:
I shouted out, “Who killed the Kennedys?”
When after all, it was the CIA
along with the Freemasons, the Illuminati, the Cubans, Jackie Gleason,
and various high-profile Cadillac dealers.
Personally, I did not know ANY of that. Is our song the best place to reveal such sensitive information? Or is that just part of being evil? Again, so exciting to work together.
Let’s see. What else? Oh, I know:
Pleased to meet you,
hope you guess my name.
If you do, you win a prize.
I have these golden fiddles I give out,
they’re really great.
Again, let’s table the golden fiddle contest. Maybe take it to a different artist? Who isn’t us?
Alright, now we’re at the close:
Tell me, baby, what’s my name?
Tell me, honey, can you guess my name?
Tell me, baby, what’s my name?
I’ll tell you one time, you’re to blame.
See? Right there. Tell them just the one time. Less is more. Because the next bit you have is a little labored:
Do you get it? YOU’RE the Devil!
You did all these things! YOU’RE to blame!
Oh, I helped for sure! Cause I’m the REAL Devil!
But it’s on you! You’re like assistant devils!
It’s not an official job title! Don’t use it on a resume!
There’s no uniform! But you know what, you could make one!
Love love love the creativity, but you feel it kind of getting in the weeds, right? Like a tank driving into a tree. Haha. Oh, I should not have made that joke. I’m so sorry.
Okay! We’re making real progress here.
Love,
Mick


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