Anthony Deadeye - Black Resin (Heavy Stoner Blues)

Heavy head. Heavy hands. Heavy on the floor. "Black Resin" is a slow-dragging, earth-shaking stoner heavy blues track. Sluggish, hypnotic, and drenched in a wall of fuzz bass, thunderous half-time drums, and an unhinged, screaming blues harmonica cutting through the haze. Turn the bass up, let the speakers rattle, and breathe it in. 👉 Subscribe to the Channel: ‪@AnthonyDeadeye‬ SONG SPECS: • Genre: Stoner Heavy Blues / Dark Desert Blues / Swamp Fuzz • Tempo: 78 BPM (Heavy Dragging Groove) • Key Instruments: Fuzz Bass, Screaming Distorted Blues Harp, Heavy Half-Time Drums LYRICS: Clock stopped ticking 'bout four days back, Sun burned a hole through the chimney stack. Sitting on a crate in the cypress shade, Counting up the trouble that my money made. Spit in the dirt, let the red clay steam, Drowning wide awake in a heavy green dream. Black crow laughing from a telephone wire, Old kerosene heater spitting yellow fire. Got an iron anvil resting on my chest, Lord, even the wicked need a little damn rest. Turn the dial up, let the speakers blow, We’re taking this rhythm all the way down low. Feel the smoke in the teeth... Feel the weight in the bone... Nothing in this valley leaves a man alone... BLACK RESIN! BURNING IN THE BOWL! BLACK RESIN! HEAVY ON THE SOUL! DRAG IT IN DEEP, LET THE ROOM GO BLIND! LEAVE YOUR SINS AND YOUR DEBTS BEHIND! SLOW AS A GRAVE, TOUGH AS A NAIL! ROLLING LIKE THUNDER THROUGH A SOUTHERN GALE! BLACK RESIN! Tires buried deep in the river gravel road, Engine running hot with a double-heavy load. Buzzards in the timber circling round the bend, Waiting on a fool who don't know how to bend. I struck my match against a rusted plow, Ain't a damn thing gonna shake me now. BLACK RESIN! BURNING IN THE BOWL! BLACK RESIN! HEAVY ON THE SOUL! DRAG IT IN DEEP, LET THE ROOM GO BLIND! LEAVE YOUR SINS AND YOUR DEBTS BEHIND! SLOW AS A GRAVE, TOUGH AS A NAIL! ROLLING LIKE THUNDER THROUGH A SOUTHERN GALE! BLACK RESIN! Breathe it in... Let it sink... Don't give a damn what the preacher thinks... BLACK RESIN! BURNING IN THE BOWL! BLACK RESIN! HEAVY ON THE SOUL! DRAG IT IN DEEP, LET THE ROOM GO BLIND! LEAVE YOUR SINS AND YOUR DEBTS BEHIND! SLOW AS A GRAVE, TOUGH AS A NAIL! ROLLING LIKE THUNDER THROUGH A SOUTHERN GALE! BLACK RESIN! Black resin... Let it burn slow. All the way down... Slow... and low. © 2026 Anthony Deadeye. All rights reserved. #stonerblues #heavyblues #stonerrock #harmonicablues #anthonydeadeye