song inspired by Beetlejuices and Lydia deetz relationship… 



(Heavy, driving guitar riff with a distorted bassline kicks in, slow and menacing)


(Verse 1 - Lydia's perspective, brooding and low)
Black lace curtains, a world in shades of grey
The living breathe, but they just fade away
They see a child, frail, misunderstood
But in my soul, a deeper darkness stood
Then a whisper, like grave dust on the breeze
Promised chaos, to bring me to my knees
A grinning specter, wild and unhinged and crude
Broke through my quiet, morbid solitude


(Pre-Chorus - Building tension, a sense of forbidden power)
Three times whispered, a name across the void
A chilling bargain, dark and unalloyed
From the dirt, a restless, hungry grin
Pulled me closer to the beautiful sin


(Chorus - Explosive, driving rock with powerful vocals)
OH, THE GHOST AND THE GOTH, A MATCH MADE IN HELL!
A TWISTED BALLET, CAUGHT IN A WITCH'S SPELL!
YOU'RE THE CHAOS I CRAVE, THE SHADOW I KEEP!
WHILE THE MUNDANE WORLD SLUMBERS, OUR SECRETS RUN DEEP!
MY TORMENT, MY SAVIOR, MY BEAUTIFUL LIE!
BENEATH A DEAD MOON, OUR SPIRITS WILL FLY!


(Verse 2 - Beetlejuice's perspective, manic and seductive)
Little Miss Death, you hunger for the fray
You crave the ghastly, every single day
I see the madness, behind those haunted eyes
The perfect bride for my eternal skies
I offer freedom, beyond the flesh and bone
A reign of terror, on a forgotten throne
Just take my hand, let the living scream and flee
Bound by the darkness, bound forever to me!


(Pre-Chorus - More intense, a siren's call)
Three times whispered, a name across the void
A chilling bargain, dark and unalloyed
From the dirt, a restless, hungry grin
Pulled me closer to the beautiful sin


(Chorus - Even more aggressive, raw energy)
OH, THE GHOST AND THE GOTH, A MATCH MADE IN HELL!
A TWISTED BALLET, CAUGHT IN A WITCH'S SPELL!
YOU'RE THE CHAOS I CRAVE, THE SHADOW I KEEP!
WHILE THE MUNDANE WORLD SLUMBERS, OUR SECRETS RUN DEEP!
MY TORMENT, MY SAVIOR, MY BEAUTIFUL LIE!
BENEATH A DEAD MOON, OUR SPIRITS WILL FLY!


(Bridge - Slower, heavier, more sinister, a battle of wills)
You tried to trap me, with your mortal schemes
I tried to claim you, in my fever dreams
A push and a pull, a scream and a roar
We dance on the edge, forever wanting more
No human comfort, no sunlight could mend
The broken bond that refuses to end
A symbiotic sickness, darkly profound
Where only the morbid can ever be found


(Guitar Solo - Fast, chaotic, yet melodic, full of wails and dive bombs, like a tormented spirit flying free)


(Chorus - Final, full-throated, with a primal scream at the end)
OH, THE GHOST AND THE GOTH, A MATCH MADE IN HELL!
A TWISTED BALLET, CAUGHT IN A WITCH'S SPELL!
YOU'RE THE CHAOS I CRAVE, THE SHADOW I KEEP!
WHILE THE MUNDANE WORLD SLUMBERS, OUR SECRETS RUN DEEP!
MY TORMENT, MY SAVIOR, MY BEAUTIFUL LIE!
BENEATH A DEAD MOON, OUR SPIRITS WILL FLY!


(Outro - Music slows and distorts, vocals become fragmented and echoing)
(Whispered, with a growl) Beetlejuice... Beetlejuice...
(Laughter, fading into static and a final, guttural chord)
Never truly free...
(Sound of a distant, monstrous roar, like a sandworm, then silence)

THE GHOST AND THE GOTH ~ Dark Wave

[Verse 1]

You come in swingin’ like a busted trapeze,
Actin’ like your chaos is a chronic disease.
You want me juggling all the mess you made—
Sorry, babe, this carnival don’t run on unpaid rage.

[Pre-Chorus]

I used to jump when you cracked that whip,
But I’m not your act, I’m not your trick.

[Chorus]

Not my monkey, not my show,
Not my problem anymore.
You want a keeper— "well, find one, bro"
I’m not the girl you call on tour.
Your whole circus can implode—
Not my monkey, I SAID NO!

[Verse 2]

You throw bananas at your own damn wall,
Then act surprised when I don’t catch ‘em all.
I’m not your safety net or trampoline—
"I won’t bust my balls so you can land clean."

[Pre-Chorus]

You tried to hand me your clown parade,
But I’m out the tent— debt unpaid.

[Chorus]

Not my monkey, not my show,
Not my problem anymore.
You want a keeper— "well, find one, bro"
I’m not the girl you call on tour.
Your whole circus can implode—
Not my monkey, I SAID NO!.

[Bridge – fast, shouted]

I’m not your ringmaster, I’m not your ride,
I’m not your therapy on the side.
Go spin your plates, go tame your cats—
I’m done babysitting acrobats.

[Final Chorus – double tempo]

Not my monkey, not my show,
Not my problem anymore.
Take your chaos... time to go,
I’m locking up my own damn door.
If you see me on the road—
don’t you dare try to unload—
Not my monkey, I SAID NO!

[outro, mocking hybrid spoken-song]
Not my circus,
not my monkeys,
not gonna fix this —
so get off your knees.

Not my monkey.
Stop the show.

Send Me A Postcard

Shocking Blue