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Gaslight Lullaby (1899) 1 by João

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Gaslight Lullaby (1899) 1

Ballad,Male vocals

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Lyrics
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[Verse 1]
Beneath the gas and coal-soot rain, 1899 keeps its stain,
Horse-sour streets and telegram dust, the lamps exhale in brittle trust.
A lamplighter's match falls slow, a smear of light on window-glow,
Nails on wood and marrow-rattle, distant carts that cough and battle.
[Pre-Chorus]
you won't survive, there's no reason to resist
(whispered close: a lullaby that twists)
[Chorus]
you won't survive, there's no reason to resist
Close the shutters; the streets unlist.
Decayed breath fogs the window glass, a funeral hymn that moves like brass,
They come on coal-smoke and a moan—the living crawl; the dead awake.
[Verse 2]
Blackened chimneys sing in soot, a widow's shawl, a loosened boot,
A child's mitten on the lane, horse-hair springs that snap in pain.
Telegram dots fall like rain, the baker's bell tolls out its name,
Coal-scorched lace and pewter tins, latched gaslight smears the sins.
[Pre-Chorus]
you won't survive, there's no reason to resist
(soft as breath, the city folds its wrists)
[Chorus]
you won't survive, there's no reason to resist
Close the shutters; the streets unlist.
Marrow-rattle, knuckles scrape, a hymn of moans in iron drape,
They come on hush of candlelight—the living crawl; the dead awake.
[Bridge]
Listen: a cupboard door unbinds like a slow-clock knocking at your mind,
A pantry latch clicks bone on bone, the butcher's cart rolls out alone.
Whispered names in braided threads, mothers hum with hollow heads,
The lullaby turns low and thin, a velvet pull that draws you in.
Tension swells—then folding down: the street becomes a softer sound.
[Chorus
Variant]
you won't survive, there's no reason to resist
Close the shutters; the streets unlist.
Fold your fears; breathe in the dread—the living crawl; the dead are fed,
A funeral hymn in minor key, soot and silver on each knee.
[Outro]
Rock slow, hush slow, let the gaslight tide you in,
Listen for the marrow-rattle; count the nails along the gin.
(whispered, almost gone)
you won't survive, there's no reason to resist
you won't survive, there's no reason to resist
so hush—let the 1899 night keep you like a kiss.
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