Celular

No Sabe'que

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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

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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

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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

Note to self (lyrics)

all alone (all alone) all alone & I feel it 
all alone (all alone) all alone & I feel it 
what is wrong?
tell me what it is wrong I feel it 
all alone (all alone) all alone & I feel it 

another sad song oh jeez
quit acting like you know me
quit taking me so serious 
when your the one who’s mysterious…

jokes on you, nobody get it’s me 
(i’m inside my own head)
jokes on you, I don’t want nobody to get me yea
(i’m good with solitude)

like ughh get out my space 
like ughh get out my space 
you can’t understand me I’m insane
understand me I’m insane 

like baby I don’t care I need change 
i got an alt persona but Christ is King 


all alone (all alone) all alone & I feel it 
all alone (all alone) all alone & I feel it 
what is wrong?
tell me what it is wrong I feel it 
all alone (all alone) all alone & I feel it

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