and everybody else smiled back

Sun Machine

Little Cellist

Confidant

gone shopping

Treat Your Dreams As Nervous Friends

fox parents

It's Okay

Everything is Made of Clouds

Haunted Lullaby

My name’s not in the papers — just the soot on Baker Street
I forged the blades for Empire, now I forge the devil’s teeth
The hounds, they howl by moonlight, but I’ve heard worse from men
Steel don’t lie when folded right — unlike that ink-stained pen

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Sherlock’s up in smoke rings, tracing clues on chimney walls
While I hammer out my secrets where the gaslight never falls
He solves the crimes of gentlemen — I bury those of kings
Behind the livery stables, where the furnace sometimes sings

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Strike the bellows! Pour the flame!
Truth is tempered, forged in shame
What he finds in fog and books
I beat from blood, with fire and hooks
There’s no deduction quite like pain…
Just the hammer and the chain
Hammer and the chain

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“There are more things in Whitechapel than reason dreams of, Mr. Holmes…”


He’s got his trusty Watson — I’ve got scars and molten brass
He sees the game afoot, I see the world through furnace glass
The professor pulls the strings — but I once shod his mare
I nailed the shoes of Moriarty, and he paid me not to care

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Strike the bellows! Let it roar!
Truth is forged on factory floor
Smoke and lies, they look the same
But I know fire, I know flame
He’s the mind, I am the bane…
The hammer and the chain

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“If deduction is his weapon,
Then mine shall be disdain…
For even Holmes can’t solve
What’s buried in the grain.”

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“The Iron Holmes” was developed as part of the Blind Mullet Chitlin project, combining Wayne Halfpenny’s songwriting with lyrical and conceptual contributions from Grant "GFR" Smallhorn, ChatGPT (OpenAI), and music arrangement via Suno AI.

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