6. SHAUN OF THE DEAD [Style: cold cinematic opening, then bright British guitar pop, jangly guitars, tight live drums, warm bass, handclaps, little piano, pub atmosphere, drunk sway in verses, huge melodic chorus, escalating punk ending, abrupt final silence, soft clean male voice, clear diction, dry vocal, upfront, natural, mid-range, warm, melodic, no rasp, no autotune, no vocal effects, 124 bpm] [Door In] The hallway door opens I fall through Wood A bar A bell A man behind the counter He looks half dead I look around They're all drinking They're all laughing I see the beer Finally [Verse 1] He tells me about the morning Like it was just another day Went out for breakfast Came home and found the dead awake His girl had left him His mate was on the sofa His mum called up screaming Something bit her through the shoulder He didn't understand it Nobody did They drove around the city People moving slow Cars abandoned Blood across the road He says: Have another So I do [Chorus] Shaun of the dead What a fucking day Shaun of the dead Pour it anyway Shaun of the dead I only came in for this Give me the beer Give me the beer [Verse 2] The windows start shaking Someone hits the door Once Twice Then twenty hands They come through the glass Grey faces Broken teeth Blood on their shirts One climbs over the bar He grabs the mate The room explodes I grab a bottle Someone grabs a chair The rifle fires A head disappears Blood hits the ceiling Everyone stops Then everyone screams [Chorus: louder] Shaun of the dead The joke is fucking dead Shaun of the dead There's blood above my head Shaun of the dead The whole room's coming down Give me the beer Before they take the fucking pub down [Verse 3: full band, escalating] The door gives They pour inside One grabs his mate I break his jaw Another bites his shoulder I hit him with the bar A third comes through the window I put him through the glass Blood runs down the taps Someone slips Someone screams Someone laughs Then nobody laughs I take the shovel One swing Crack Another Crack Blood on the floor Blood on the wall Blood across the jukebox I keep swinging Until they stop moving [Breakdown] Silence Breathing Beer still pouring I look down I'm covered in blood The bartender looks at me I look at the pint The pub is destroyed I reach for it [Chorus: biggest] Shaun of the dead The whole fucking room is red Shaun of the dead There's bodies where we stood Shaun of the dead I made it through the end Give me the beer I just want my fucking beer [Final Bridge: instruments collapse one by one] The counter breaks I fall through Not another film Not another street Not another door A desk A monitor My room The tab is still open The street is gone The blood is gone Everything is quiet [Final: almost spoken] I wake up in front of the PC The beer is on the desk I pick it up I drink it [Long pause] Finally. [End: single swallow, keyboard hum, hard cut]
