Hold My Lantern

HOLD MY LANTERN
LÝVYN — CAYUGA

[Intro – siren, filtered bass, duck chatter]
[Female, close dry spoken]
Attention, please.

I brought notes.
Names.
A whole list of insults.

Then I heard your songs.

[Beat Cut]
...Oh, this is gonna be easy.
[Small female chuckle]
[Hat lands on wood]
Somebody...
Hold my lantern.
[Heavy Beat Drop]

[Verse 1 – female spoken-sung, driving bass]
TuQuack hit the dock screaming "WEST SIDE!"
Said he'd roast with his beak shut tight
Three verses later, still running his mouth
[Beat Cut]
Does that thing ever switch off?

Called for the Mallard
Picked a fight with kitchenware
A chicken wearing spatulas
And YOU came prepared?

Gumm E. Pish, apex of the lake
Couldn't get his duck suit straight
Came looking for a fight
[Beat Cut]
...Lost to a zipper.
[Female, dry spoken]
Should we call the coast guard?

[Pre-Chorus – bass filter, snare builds]
I had a list
I had a plan
But look who's reaching
For the mic again
[Beat Cut]
[Female, spoken]
DJ...
Leave it on.

[Chorus – big club groove, female lead, brief replies]
HEY!
HOLD MY LANTERN!
[Backing] HOLD IT HIGH!
[Lead]
If your crown looks crooked
Don't blame the light!

HEY!
LEAVE THE MIC ON!
[Backing] LET 'EM TALK!
[Lead]
They came to bury everybody—
[Beat Cut]
[Low male tag] ...Dug their own damn hole.

[Post-Chorus – female rhythmic hook]
HOLD MY LANTERN!
HOLD MY LANTERN!
[Beat Cut]
[Female, spoken]
Careful.
It's hot.
[Instrumental Drop – heavy club bass]

[Verse 2 – sharp female rhythmic vocal]
Dame Quacklyn doesn't look at faces
Doesn't care about the crowd
But she spotted every Croc
Before the music got too loud
Says we're not worth looking at
[Beat Cut]
[Female, dry]
Girl, for someone so above us...
You spend a lot of time looking down.
[Small chuckle]

Feder raised his glass
"ONE POND! ONE TIDE!"
The fiddle packed its case
The band went outside
Somebody killed the lights
And locked the bloody door
[Distant male, Irish] AND ANOTHER THING!
[Female, exasperated]
Oh, for fuck's sake.
[Beat Re-Entry]

LITCH crawled out of his grave
To tell us he can't die
A thousand years of living
[Beat Cut]
...And that's your best line?
[Female, low deadpan]
Darling.
You've got eternity.
Work on it.

[Pre-Chorus – bass cuts, tension builds]
One more threat
One more king
Somebody's always
Got something to sing
[Beat Cut]
[Female, dry spoken]
Go on.
I'm listening.

[Chorus – female lead, club groove]
HEY!
HOLD MY LANTERN!
[Backing] HOLD IT HIGH!
[Lead]
If your crown looks crooked
Don't blame the light!
HEY!
LEAVE THE MIC ON!
[Backing] LET 'EM TALK!
[Lead]
They came to bury everybody—
[Beat Cut]
[Low male tag] ...Dug their own damn hole.

[Post-Chorus – female rhythmic hook]
HOLD MY LANTERN!
HOLD MY LANTERN!
[Instrumental Drop – bass, DJ cuts]

[Verse 3 – sparse bass, dry female vocal]
They call Don Quacko's club a dump
His portal just a door
Then everybody lines back up
To roast him once more
[Female, spoken]
Funny...
That's a lot of free promotion
For a place you say is dead.
[Beat Cut]
Worst club in the universe?
...You're all on the guest list.

James Pond hasn't said a word
Still gets dragged into every fight
He didn't blow his own cover—
[Beat Cut]
[Female, dry]
...You loudmouths did it for him.

[Instrumental Break – clipped bass]

[Female, intimate spoken]
Two thousand credits?
I didn't come for the credits.
I came for the replay.
[Small chuckle]

[Bridge – sub pulse, lantern click, near silence]
[Female, dry spoken]
Right.
Let me get this straight.
A fish lost to a zipper.
A rapper went to war with kitchenware.
An immortal needs better material.
And a lady who hates everybody's shoes
has apparently inspected all of them.
[Pause]
[Male DJ, spoken]
Cayuga?
[Female lead]
What?
[Male DJ]
You've been roasting everybody
for talking too much.
[Long silence]
[Female lead, deadpan]
...Fair.
[Pause]
[Female lead, sharp shout]
NOW TURN THAT SHIT UP!
[Explosive Beat Drop]

[Final Chorus – female lead, harder bass]
HEY!
HOLD MY LANTERN!
[Backing] HOLD IT HIGH!
[Lead]
If your crown looks crooked
Don't blame the light!
HEY!
LEAVE THE MIC ON!
[Backing] LET 'EM TALK!
[Lead]
You wanted a roast?
[Beat Cut]
[Low male tag] ...Now the hat comes off!
[Instrumental Drop – club groove, DJ cuts]

[Female, rhythmic]
HOLD MY LANTERN!
HOLD MY LANTERN!

[Outro – beat stop, lantern click]
[Female, spoken]
Alright.
I think we're done.
[Pause]
[Male DJ]
Want your hat back?
[Female, whispered]
Yeah.
[Pause]
[Female lead]
Keep the lantern handy.
[Bass Hit]
[End]

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HOLD MY LANTERN LÝVYN — CAYUGA [Intro – siren, filtered bass, duck chatter] [Female, close dry spoken] Attention, please. I brought notes. Names. A whole list of insults. Then I heard your songs. [Beat Cut] ...Oh, this is gonna be easy. [Small female chuckle] [Hat lands on wood] Somebody... Hold my lantern. [Heavy Beat Drop] [Verse 1 – female spoken-sung, driving bass] TuQuack hit the dock screaming "WEST SIDE!" Said he'd roast with his beak shut tight Three verses later, still running his mouth [Beat Cut] Does that thing ever switch off? Called for the Mallard Picked a fight with kitchenware A chicken wearing spatulas And YOU came prepared? Gumm E. Pish, apex of the lake Couldn't get his duck suit straight Came looking for a fight [Beat Cut] ...Lost to a zipper. [Female, dry spoken] Should we call the coast guard? [Pre-Chorus – bass filter, snare builds] I had a list I had a plan But look who's reaching For the mic again [Beat Cut] [Female, spoken] DJ... Leave it on. [Chorus – big club groove, female lead, brief replies] HEY! HOLD MY LANTERN! [Backing] HOLD IT HIGH! [Lead] If your crown looks crooked Don't blame the light! HEY! LEAVE THE MIC ON! [Backing] LET 'EM TALK! [Lead] They came to bury everybody— [Beat Cut] [Low male tag] ...Dug their own damn hole. [Post-Chorus – female rhythmic hook] HOLD MY LANTERN! HOLD MY LANTERN! [Beat Cut] [Female, spoken] Careful. It's hot. [Instrumental Drop – heavy club bass] [Verse 2 – sharp female rhythmic vocal] Dame Quacklyn doesn't look at faces Doesn't care about the crowd But she spotted every Croc Before the music got too loud Says we're not worth looking at [Beat Cut] [Female, dry] Girl, for someone so above us... You spend a lot of time looking down. [Small chuckle] Feder raised his glass "ONE POND! ONE TIDE!" The fiddle packed its case The band went outside Somebody killed the lights And locked the bloody door [Distant male, Irish] AND ANOTHER THING! [Female, exasperated] Oh, for fuck's sake. [Beat Re-Entry] LITCH crawled out of his grave To tell us he can't die A thousand years of living [Beat Cut] ...And that's your best line? [Female, low deadpan] Darling. You've got eternity. Work on it. [Pre-Chorus – bass cuts, tension builds] One more threat One more king Somebody's always Got something to sing [Beat Cut] [Female, dry spoken] Go on. I'm listening. [Chorus – female lead, club groove] HEY! HOLD MY LANTERN! [Backing] HOLD IT HIGH! [Lead] If your crown looks crooked Don't blame the light! HEY! LEAVE THE MIC ON! [Backing] LET 'EM TALK! [Lead] They came to bury everybody— [Beat Cut] [Low male tag] ...Dug their own damn hole. [Post-Chorus – female rhythmic hook] HOLD MY LANTERN! HOLD MY LANTERN! [Instrumental Drop – bass, DJ cuts] [Verse 3 – sparse bass, dry female vocal] They call Don Quacko's club a dump His portal just a door Then everybody lines back up To roast him once more [Female, spoken] Funny... That's a lot of free promotion For a place you say is dead. [Beat Cut] Worst club in the universe? ...You're all on the guest list. James Pond hasn't said a word Still gets dragged into every fight He didn't blow his own cover— [Beat Cut] [Female, dry] ...You loudmouths did it for him. [Instrumental Break – clipped bass] [Female, intimate spoken] Two thousand credits? I didn't come for the credits. I came for the replay. [Small chuckle] [Bridge – sub pulse, lantern click, near silence] [Female, dry spoken] Right. Let me get this straight. A fish lost to a zipper. A rapper went to war with kitchenware. An immortal needs better material. And a lady who hates everybody's shoes has apparently inspected all of them. [Pause] [Male DJ, spoken] Cayuga? [Female lead] What? [Male DJ] You've been roasting everybody for talking too much. [Long silence] [Female lead, deadpan] ...Fair. [Pause] [Female lead, sharp shout] NOW TURN THAT SHIT UP! [Explosive Beat Drop] [Final Chorus – female lead, harder bass] HEY! HOLD MY LANTERN! [Backing] HOLD IT HIGH! [Lead] If your crown looks crooked Don't blame the light! HEY! LEAVE THE MIC ON! [Backing] LET 'EM TALK! [Lead] You wanted a roast? [Beat Cut] [Low male tag] ...Now the hat comes off! [Instrumental Drop – club groove, DJ cuts] [Female, rhythmic] HOLD MY LANTERN! HOLD MY LANTERN! [Outro – beat stop, lantern click] [Female, spoken] Alright. I think we're done. [Pause] [Male DJ] Want your hat back? [Female, whispered] Yeah. [Pause] [Female lead] Keep the lantern handy. [Bass Hit] [End]

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