In this smoky, low-lit lounge noir rendition, “God at the Awful Waffle” trades its twang for tremble. Picture a divine burnout chain-smoking over syrup-sticky sermons, murmuring parables between sips of diner coffee. This version slinks along on brushed drums and brooding keys—sardonic, spiritual, and just a little sleazy. Existential breakfast never sounded so smooth.

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God at the Awful Waffle (Lounge Noir)

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