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

Evil's way
Will soon fade
Trust who cares
Through your darkest days

Trust his plan
He’ll lift you up
The good will rise
You'll see above

Faith Over Fear
Evil stays clear
Faith Over Fear
Evil stays clear

Don’t be jealous
Don’t be mad
Justice comes
Don't be sad

He’ll give you heart
He'll give you life
A brand new start 
A brand new life

Faith Over Fear
Evil the Fear
Evil stays clear
Evil stays clear
Faith Over Fear
Evil the Fear
Evil stays clear
Evil stays clear

Don’t be jealous
Don’t be mad
Justice comes
Don't be sad

He’ll give you heart
He'll give you life
A brand new start 
A brand new life

Faith Over Fear
Evil the Fear
Evil stays clear
Evil stays clear
Faith Over Fear
Evil the Fear
Evil stays clear
Evil stays clear

Wait on him
Trust in His plan
He’ll lift you up
He'll help you stand

You may stumble
You may fall
His hand will catch you 
Through it all

Faith Over Fear

Kingdom Of Rust

Doves