ᗩᘻᗩᘉᕲᗩᘿᘻᓍ᙭ᓰᖶᗩ - The Velvet Vault (Original)

1950s noir lounge jazz rockabilly, antique vinyl fidelity with dripping reverb; slow melancholic sway, restrained upright-bass pulse, spare rockabilly guitar accents, smoky lead saxophone; intimate, unforced female lead in the user's own recorded voice

(Verse 1)
I stepped down the stairs to the basement lounge
Where the ghosts of the fifties come to sit and lounge
The walls were all covered in a velvet red
Like the silk satin lining of a coffin bed
And a dusty old turntable started to turn
(Chorus)
Oh, we’re locked up tight in the velvet vault
A rockabilly prison and it’s all our fault
The guitars are echoing a gothic design
While we drink the sweet taste of a poisoned wine
Oh baby, let’s dance till the world goes cold
(Verse 2)
The bartender stood with a skeleton grin
Pouring heavy glass cups full of phantom gin
The smoke from the cigarettes was glowing green
Like a retro nightmare on a theater screen
And the bass line was thumping a heavy, dark groove
(Chorus)
Oh, we’re locked up tight in the velvet vault
A rockabilly prison and it’s all our fault
The guitars are echoing a gothic design
While we drink the sweet taste of a poisoned wine
Oh baby, let’s dance till the world goes cold
(Verse 3)
You walked down the floor in a dark hollow suit
A beautiful monster of a dark distress
You bit your brown lips as you grabbed my dress
And whispered a curse down my trembling throat
While the saxophone wailed out a melody dead
(Chorus)
Oh, we’re locked up tight in the velvet vault
A rockabilly prison and it’s all our fault
The guitars are echoing a gothic design
While we drink the sweet taste of a poisoned wine
Oh baby, let’s dance till the world goes cold
(Verse 4)
The exit sign flickered then it burned right out
Leaving no way to run and no way out
The clock on the wall didn't have any hands
Just a shadow that moved to the phantom band's commands
Trapping our souls in a vintage eclipse
(Chorus)
Oh, we’re locked up tight in the velvet vault
A rockabilly prison and it’s all our fault
The guitars are echoing a gothic design
While we drink the sweet taste of a poisoned wine
Oh baby, let’s dance till the world goes cold
(Verse 5)
So spin me around on the concrete floor
While the dead world is banging on the heavy iron door
We’re classic wax figures in a gothic tomb
Swaying forever in the velvet gloom
Two rebels in love with a midnight song
(Chorus)
Oh, we’re locked up tight in the velvet vault
A rockabilly prison and it’s all our fault
The guitars are echoing a gothic design
While we drink the sweet taste of a poisoned wine
Oh baby, let’s dance till the world goes cold

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(Verse 1) I stepped down the stairs to the basement lounge Where the ghosts of the fifties come to sit and lounge The walls were all covered in a velvet red Like the silk satin lining of a coffin bed And a dusty old turntable started to turn (Chorus) Oh, we’re locked up tight in the velvet vault A rockabilly prison and it’s all our fault The guitars are echoing a gothic design While we drink the sweet taste of a poisoned wine Oh baby, let’s dance till the world goes cold (Verse 2) The bartender stood with a skeleton grin Pouring heavy glass cups full of phantom gin The smoke from the cigarettes was glowing green Like a retro nightmare on a theater screen And the bass line was thumping a heavy, dark groove (Chorus) Oh, we’re locked up tight in the velvet vault A rockabilly prison and it’s all our fault The guitars are echoing a gothic design While we drink the sweet taste of a poisoned wine Oh baby, let’s dance till the world goes cold (Verse 3) You walked down the floor in a dark hollow suit A beautiful monster of a dark distress You bit your brown lips as you grabbed my dress And whispered a curse down my trembling throat While the saxophone wailed out a melody dead (Chorus) Oh, we’re locked up tight in the velvet vault A rockabilly prison and it’s all our fault The guitars are echoing a gothic design While we drink the sweet taste of a poisoned wine Oh baby, let’s dance till the world goes cold (Verse 4) The exit sign flickered then it burned right out Leaving no way to run and no way out The clock on the wall didn't have any hands Just a shadow that moved to the phantom band's commands Trapping our souls in a vintage eclipse (Chorus) Oh, we’re locked up tight in the velvet vault A rockabilly prison and it’s all our fault The guitars are echoing a gothic design While we drink the sweet taste of a poisoned wine Oh baby, let’s dance till the world goes cold (Verse 5) So spin me around on the concrete floor While the dead world is banging on the heavy iron door We’re classic wax figures in a gothic tomb Swaying forever in the velvet gloom Two rebels in love with a midnight song (Chorus) Oh, we’re locked up tight in the velvet vault A rockabilly prison and it’s all our fault The guitars are echoing a gothic design While we drink the sweet taste of a poisoned wine Oh baby, let’s dance till the world goes cold

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