New "double" album "When You Need To Fly" available on June 21st, 2025!
Track #: 6
Album: "When You Need To Fly"
Length: 2:45
Description: This combines some Caribbean influences both musically and lyrically while being a rule-breaking hybrid of the triple-verse folk and verse/chorus forms with chords out of the key family that somehow describe the modern concept of being zombied by an ex.
Songwriting: Words and Music written by Scott Richard Cooley.
Publishing: Scott Richard Cooley Music Publishing, ASCAP
Performance: All vocals and instruments performed by Scott Cooley.
Production: Produced, recorded, mixed & mastered by Scott Cooley
Location: Recorded at Scott Cooley Music Productions studio in Grand Blanc, MI, USA
Release: June 21st, 2025
Format: digital download, streaming
Label: Scott Cooley Records
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"Zombie Woman"
Written by Scott CooleyOur love was like a virus that spread like a plague
Thought we buried the past, but you returned from the grave
Now you’re feasting on flesh in a psychotic state
A ravenous rage, a raving craving for my brain
You're a zombie woman, back from the dead
Thought it was over, but now you want to reconnect
Acting like you never left me, with no explanation
A former ghoster getting closer and feeling starvation
Thought you were dead, but you've been resurrected
Forgot all about you, but you're back in my head again
Thought I was over you forever, now I can't turn you off
Didn’t think you ever cared, but now I'm scared I was wrong
You're a zombie woman, and you’re seeking revenge
My memories won't stop, but I can't bop you on the head
You’re on the warpath, coming back for me
Slow but relentless, with a need to feed
You gave the devil your power, now you’ve got no soul
You’re just an animated corpse under witches’ control
Hypnotized to act alive but you’ve got no free will
In a voodoo trance with a compulsion to kill
You’re a zombie woman, I’ve got nothing but scorn
You’re dead to me now, but you’ve been reborn
On a Haitian vacation you fell under a spell
Now you're haunting my thoughts, and it’s a living hell