08. Little White Fire

Noir cabaret synth-soul, smoky truth-pop, slow disco pulse, upright bass, muted trumpet, theatrics

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[Intro - smoky piano, upright bass]

[Verse 1]
Oh yes, I remember you,
Five minutes away in my best blue lie.
My phone died, my week was cruel,
I love it, I am fine, goodbye.
The little lie wore perfume,
A velvet hat, a borrowed smile;
It danced across the living room
And set the curtains on trial.

[Pre-Chorus]
Acceptance wanted lipstick,
Control wore a tie.
Avoidance hid the evidence,
Desire taught the truth to fly.

[Explosive Chorus - cabaret punch]
A little white fire can still burn the room,
Tiny polite sparks in a velvet gloom.
If mercy needs gloves, let the gloves stay clean;
Do not paint a knife where a kindness has been.
A little white fire, a charming little flame,
Can leave a black mark on a beautiful name.

[Verse 2]
Admiration fixed the mirror,
Attention rang the bell.
Concealment kept the cellar,
Curiosity said: let's see hell.
Some lies arrive as cushions,
Some lies arrive as crowns;
Some say they save embarrassment
While pulling whole houses down.

[Female Counter-Line]
Female voice: but it was only polite.
Lex: polite can still betray.
Male voices: it was only a small thing.
Lex: small things learn the way.

[Bridge - quirky stop-time]
A fib in a tuxedo,
A bluff in patent shoes,
A noble lie with angel wings
Still choosing what to lose.
If truth must come with timing,
Let timing serve the light;
Tact is not a licence
To redecorate the night.

[Verse 3 - motive parade]
Forty-six little horses pulled the carriage of excuse,
Acceptance held the ribbon, boredom polished up the noose.
Delusion wore a velvet coat and begged the lie be true,
Disappointment poured a drink and said: I did it all for you.
The room began to glitter with a thousand social masks,
But truth sat in the corner asking impolite tasks.

[Snapped Refrain]
Click, click, there goes the cover.
Snap, snap, there goes the charm.
A pretty lie may wear cologne
And still commit harm.

[Final Chorus - sing once]
A little white fire can still burn the room,
Tiny polite sparks in a velvet gloom.
If the truth needs mercy, let it enter with care;
But do not call deception the costume of prayer.

[Verse 3]
The table of lies became a city,
Barefaced towers, blue-lit streets;
Puffery sold silver weather,
Omission swept the moral sheets.
Memory holes opened cafés,
Weasel words ordered wine;
Every excuse looked harmless
Until it crossed a line.

[Pre-Chorus - rising]
Who decides the colour?
Who names the flame white?
The liar? The wounded?
The morning after night?

[Chorus - bigger, all voices]
A little white fire can still burn the room,
A sugar-coated thunder in a velvet gloom.
If kindness is the reason, let kindness face the cost;
A lie is not redeemed by the comfort it embossed.
A little white fire, a small convenient star,
Can teach the heart to live too far from what we are.

[Surreal Middle Eight]
A dove flew out of a cigarette case,
A rose signed a forged receipt.
The mirror wore a comedian's face
And laughed at its own deceit.
I held a match to every motive,
Some survived and some confessed;
Truth walked in without a trumpet,
Plainly, strangely dressed.

[Verse 4 - courtroom lounge]
The judge was a bartender, the witness was a dove,
The jury wore white gloves and called dishonesty love.
A noble lie stood up and bowed, a polite lie kissed the floor;
Then omission slipped out quietly through the green emergency door.
But one true sentence, softly served, did more than all the show:
It did not smash the human heart; it simply let it know.

[Quirky Lift]
Tell it slant if mercy asks,
But do not sell the moon.
Truth can learn a tender key
And still arrive in tune.

[Moral Refrain]
Truth needs tact, but tact must not become permission to deceive.
Mercy can soften the doorway without making falsehood believe.
If love must tell a hard thing, let it tell it with a human face;
But do not let a little lie inherit honesty's place.

[Final Chorus - repeat once only]
A little white fire can still burn the room,
But truth with mercy can clear the gloom.
Let the final match fall, let the smoke retire;
No more worship of the little white fire.

[Outro - muted trumpet, no vocals]
[END SONG]

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[Intro - smoky piano, upright bass] [Verse 1] Oh yes, I remember you, Five minutes away in my best blue lie. My phone died, my week was cruel, I love it, I am fine, goodbye. The little lie wore perfume, A velvet hat, a borrowed smile; It danced across the living room And set the curtains on trial. [Pre-Chorus] Acceptance wanted lipstick, Control wore a tie. Avoidance hid the evidence, Desire taught the truth to fly. [Explosive Chorus - cabaret punch] A little white fire can still burn the room, Tiny polite sparks in a velvet gloom. If mercy needs gloves, let the gloves stay clean; Do not paint a knife where a kindness has been. A little white fire, a charming little flame, Can leave a black mark on a beautiful name. [Verse 2] Admiration fixed the mirror, Attention rang the bell. Concealment kept the cellar, Curiosity said: let's see hell. Some lies arrive as cushions, Some lies arrive as crowns; Some say they save embarrassment While pulling whole houses down. [Female Counter-Line] Female voice: but it was only polite. Lex: polite can still betray. Male voices: it was only a small thing. Lex: small things learn the way. [Bridge - quirky stop-time] A fib in a tuxedo, A bluff in patent shoes, A noble lie with angel wings Still choosing what to lose. If truth must come with timing, Let timing serve the light; Tact is not a licence To redecorate the night. [Verse 3 - motive parade] Forty-six little horses pulled the carriage of excuse, Acceptance held the ribbon, boredom polished up the noose. Delusion wore a velvet coat and begged the lie be true, Disappointment poured a drink and said: I did it all for you. The room began to glitter with a thousand social masks, But truth sat in the corner asking impolite tasks. [Snapped Refrain] Click, click, there goes the cover. Snap, snap, there goes the charm. A pretty lie may wear cologne And still commit harm. [Final Chorus - sing once] A little white fire can still burn the room, Tiny polite sparks in a velvet gloom. If the truth needs mercy, let it enter with care; But do not call deception the costume of prayer. [Verse 3] The table of lies became a city, Barefaced towers, blue-lit streets; Puffery sold silver weather, Omission swept the moral sheets. Memory holes opened cafés, Weasel words ordered wine; Every excuse looked harmless Until it crossed a line. [Pre-Chorus - rising] Who decides the colour? Who names the flame white? The liar? The wounded? The morning after night? [Chorus - bigger, all voices] A little white fire can still burn the room, A sugar-coated thunder in a velvet gloom. If kindness is the reason, let kindness face the cost; A lie is not redeemed by the comfort it embossed. A little white fire, a small convenient star, Can teach the heart to live too far from what we are. [Surreal Middle Eight] A dove flew out of a cigarette case, A rose signed a forged receipt. The mirror wore a comedian's face And laughed at its own deceit. I held a match to every motive, Some survived and some confessed; Truth walked in without a trumpet, Plainly, strangely dressed. [Verse 4 - courtroom lounge] The judge was a bartender, the witness was a dove, The jury wore white gloves and called dishonesty love. A noble lie stood up and bowed, a polite lie kissed the floor; Then omission slipped out quietly through the green emergency door. But one true sentence, softly served, did more than all the show: It did not smash the human heart; it simply let it know. [Quirky Lift] Tell it slant if mercy asks, But do not sell the moon. Truth can learn a tender key And still arrive in tune. [Moral Refrain] Truth needs tact, but tact must not become permission to deceive. Mercy can soften the doorway without making falsehood believe. If love must tell a hard thing, let it tell it with a human face; But do not let a little lie inherit honesty's place. [Final Chorus - repeat once only] A little white fire can still burn the room, But truth with mercy can clear the gloom. Let the final match fall, let the smoke retire; No more worship of the little white fire. [Outro - muted trumpet, no vocals] [END SONG]

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