lyrics:

i wish that I've never born
with this, going on and on
i just want myself death
cuz i have no regrets

(chorus)
i wish that i knew before
that my life's all gone
in the mirror, seeing myself
did i just see a dead man's face?



no will to live anymore
i cannot stand this nonsense more
i have no guilt or feelings
towards me and no other beings

(chorus)
i wish that i knew before
that my life's all gone
in the mirror, seeing myself
did i just see a dead man's face?

(2nd chorus)
I've never wished to be alive
I've never wished to be like trash
in a world that's not for me
i do not belong in here



suicidal thoughts passing around me
a torture that was made for me
while being alone in a dark room
just waiting to be doomed

(chorus)
i wish that i knew before
that my life's all gone
in the mirror, seeing myself
did i just see a dead man's face?

(2nd Chorus)
I've never wished to be alive
I've never wished to be like trash
in a world that's not for me
i do not belong in here

in a world that's not for me
i do not belong in here

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Wanna know (roku beats)

Underneath St. Martin’s tower, 
where the smoke and sermons twist
There’s a cult that writes in silence, 
scratching symbols in the mist
I found a gramophone recording — 
played it backwards, heard the chant:

“We are time’s discarded children… marching forward, never slant.”


Their robes are made of theatre dust, 
stitched with harp string and regret
Their eyes reflect the gas lamp glow — 
haven’t blinked a second yet
They gather where the B-sides burn, 
forbidden tracks and failing light
And summon up their canon — 
from the static and the night

They never speak in daylight
Their voices come on wax
No liner notes, no credits —
Just spells on phonograph tracks

No time to play B-sides,
They said as they unspooled the night
Just lead the blind with A-sides,
And leave the truth in mono white
But I heard it in reverse —
The hidden verse, the cursed delight…
The Gaslamp Cult still plays
By firelight

⸻

They rewired church bell chambers to broadcast sacred noise
Hid ciphers in the catalogues and spells in orphaned toys
I saw a boy with devil’s eyes hum riffs no one had taught —
Said he dreamed them in the catacombs, where wax and wires rot

⸻

They never speak in daylight
Their voices come on wax
No liner notes, no credits —
Just spells on phonograph tracks


No time to play B-sides,
They said as they unspooled the night
Just lead the blind with A-sides,
And leave the truth in mono white

But I heard it in reverse —
The hidden verse, the cursed delight…
The Gaslamp Cult still plays
The hidden verse the curse

But they do, when no one’s near
Where reverb haunts the silence…
And feedback calls the seer
The Gaslamp Cult still plays…

In time you’ll learn to hear.


“A drop of blood on shellac wax
Will tell you where the truth still cracks.”

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

The Gaslamp Cult

What's right
What am I supposed to do
I know the truth inside
I do

Heal inside
Born to Climb
Heal inside
Born to Climb

I can achieve
The impossible
I can achieve
My dreams

I can achieve
The impossible
I can achieve
My dreams

Heal inside
Born to Climb
Heal inside
Born to Climb

I feel I was tricked
I feel forgotten
I feel down
Before I begotten

Heal inside
Born to Climb
Heal inside
Born to Climb

I'll tell you
I'm supposed to be
I'll tell you
I must be free

I'll tell you
I'm supposed to be
I'll tell you
I must be free

Heal inside
Born to Climb
Heal inside
Born to Climb

Believe
Believe
Believe

I'll tell you
I'm supposed to be
I'll tell you
I must be free

Heal inside
Born to Climb
Heal inside
Born to Climb

Believe
Believe
Believe
Believe

Born to Climb

Numerical November is my third solo Extended Play (EP). The EP features a compilation of songs that was created spontaneously throughout the month of November, 2024. The genesis of this project was simply me writing new songs from a blank slate, naming each song-in-progress after a number, beginning with the number 1. 

After a few days, I realized that I was 8 songs in and decided to listen and reflect on each idea I started but had not yet finished. I found that most of the ideas were really good. From there, I completed the songs and decided to create an EP out of a some of them. 

In my personal and spiritual life, November of 2024 was a time of learning and awakening to angel numbers and numerology. I found myself noticing and encountering a variety of angel numbers which led me to explore more about numerology and ultimately, how mathematics, music and the universe are connected . 

Many of the songs that are feature on this project started as ideas that came to me spontaneously between the hours of 12am-3am. Most times, I was awakened out of my sleep at a time that reflected an angel number (3:33am, for example). This happened repeatedly until it didn't. At that point, I knew that I was done recording and could focus on editing, mixing, and finalizing the project in all the other necessary ways. 

I hope the music and the context of this project inspires you, positively evokes your curiosity about numerology and the relationship between math, music, and the universe. Ultimately, I hope it touches your heart. 

Enjoy :) 

Cooper Parsons
~ Dream Rock ⚡️

Eora / Sydney, Australia

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