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The Chandler Habit 1 by Gareth

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The Chandler Habit 1

indie,female vocals

0:003:59
Lyrics
Description
Verse 1
Princess from Chandler, paper crown, neon glare
Tucked her tiara in a drawer, cleaned her nails, said a prayer
She traded velvet for a chalkboard, tiara for a veil
Little suburban convent on a cul-de-sac trail
Mothers pressed their palms to window-glass, whispered like a storm
“What do you do with royalty when it’s folded into form?”
Pre-Chorus
Hush-hush humming, hummingbird teeth
She smiles like a hymn but her heart’s a wreath
Chorus
And oh, the Chandler habit fits funny on my bones
I fold my hands in satin, but I still hear the phones
Oh, the Chandler habit, oh, the Chandler habit—
Don’t tell me I’m holy until the lightning stops dramatic
Verse 2
Not everybody clapped when she swapped the ballgown for the beads
Neighbors wrote their names in rumors, planted rhymes like weeds
But fortune’s a slippery cat that crept through the hedge next door
Mr. Cobble in the yellow house didn’t come out anymore
There were sirens like lullabies and flowers in paper fans
And envelopes arrived like small boats with never-said plans
Pre-Chorus
Tinny trumpet, the backyard fills with cash and calls
A postman playing dominoes with all the villains’ brawls
Chorus
And oh, the Chandler habit fits snug around the hush
Money comes like pollen drifting, gilded in a rush
Oh, the Chandler habit, oh, the Chandler habit—
They hand you enough coin and call it providence and craft it
Bridge (broken lullaby)
Neighbor’s shadow hums a story, neighbor’s hands tie up the night
Somebody fell asleep outside and never woke to morning light
They put a wreath on the mailbox, a plaque by the lilac tree
Suddenly the convent’s mortgage is a song of repartee
But she counts the coins like raindrops and they rattle like a jar
And she practices forgiveness but she can’t forgive the scar
Breakdown (childlike echo)
Habit habit habit—tap it on the floor
Habit habit habit—still wants something more
Tap-tap-rosary—ring, ring, ring
Princess-prayer cancels out the fling
Verse 3
Now she walks the corridor in shoes that squeak like vows
The crown is under mattress, the crown is under house
They gave her bells and ledger sheets, a key to the small gate
They hung her portrait in the foyer, framed by a counterfeit fate
The chapel smells of lemon oil and antiseptic dawn
But between the lines of scripture something yawns and then is gone
Final Chorus (soft & eerie)
Oh, the Chandler habit—sewn of solemn thread and thrift
And oh, the Chandler habit—came with a stray, suspicious gift
Oh, the Chandler habit—buttoned tight, a hollow throne
She learned to kneel for comfort but her comfort’s still her own
Outro (whispered and warped)
Princess from Chandler, nun on a Sunday route
Neighbors clap in shuttered tones, the lilies poke about
She lights a candle for the neighbor, she lights a candle for the dead
She folds her hands and closes eyes, but wonders what she fed
Habit hangs on a closet door, like a sigh that won’t begin
And somewhere out the back fence a siren quietly grins
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