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“Season 6 Episode 10”
A tavern elegy for the boy in the window.

This is a drinking song for those who saw the fall coming but still waited by the (sil)l. Named for the Game of Thrones episode where silence breaks the realm—Tommen’s fall, Cersei’s coronation, the cost of knowing—this track reimagines that grief as hauntcore ritual.

Fox tricks, bastard chants, and blackout stumbles become bardic myth.
It’s not about TV— it’s about when you get home from the bar and are alone at the window.  

🕯️For those who still raise a glass to absence.

Lyrics:

Put me out the house I ain't sleeping on the couch
Play my favorite game, shot for shot
You could say I have a drinking problem
Fuck around, top shelf to the ground
How many rounds?
A lot, a lot, a lot lot lot 
A lot, a lot, a lot lot lot 

So now night dawns its watch so gather round my Men in Tights 
First rule of the guild is refill your flask before your pint 
Gotta battle of the Bastards, they got cavalry, no sight
They reinforce the same shit each and every red light 
Reinforcements like a shot gun wedding, feast to delight 

Come friend, word of enemy-ly advice, no price
Fox taught me a trick; cape the target to your own back 
Pitch faceless tents, then take pick, Fido toss, fetch stick
True name, use sense; hen which chases is whom you race hence
Watchdog season, diamond dash, your pallet puppet 
We should bow now; Chalamete best not Labeouf bout it
Rather shy around a "tunnel rash"; chance if shields bash
Isn't drama funny, telling stories; plated griefs 
Scars, grieves, swords dull' tipped towards Tybalt the whistle thief 
See Reynard, better to cat call like a symbol Prince
Rough and feathered mocked; touch tender, bet or spend her 

Put me out the house I ain't sleeping on the couch
Play my favorite game, shot for shot
You could say I have a drinking problem
Fuck around, top shelf to the ground
How many rounds?
A lot, a lot, a lot lot lot 
A lot, a lot, a lot lot lot 

[ music abruptly stops ] "You know nothing Jon Snow"

So now night dawns its watch so gather round, mine well inclined 
First rule of the club is a shot of mascara, swan song dark eyed 
Gotta drink with the Bastards, they got chivalry, no sight
She's evening glory, aching time, up late every night
Reinforcements like a shot gun wedding, bedstand delights

The on set of sick sat upon got Reek barking sir 
Stark graved still smiles half as far as tumbling car
No Sansa, naive a quiet danger, prissy and pressed 
Crash eject wall wolf alone with Snow, bastards best dress 
Now I see visions of shouting, she falls to the floor
From the kitchen, the dresser, husbands home "HOE DOOR"
Bout to behead a hand for the pride of maybe debts 
Open mouths inhale heat, lungs scorched, scales and serpents 
No wonder he loves to unlucky a window sil 
Scouts honor the fall is much too scenic for tell of thrills
Twenty one pilots Swift ceiling fan feeling twenty two
Same old song, she's just a weekend if we tell the truth 

Now night comes, yet none gather, just a fox good will hunting 
First rule of life is you're here, then gone, then we travel to something 
Bastards all gather, battle at the gate, halos on angels bright 
A river of men, broken floating sticks, currency of light 
Reinforcements like a shot gun wedding, a sea of sprites

Put me out the house I ain't sleeping on the couch
Play my favorite game, shot for shot
You could say I have a drinking problem
Fuck around, top shelf to the ground
How many rounds?
A lot, a lot, a lot lot lot 
A lot, a lot, a lot lot lot 

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