[Verse 1] Nine nights since they laid him down, tonight his picture watches the yard. White wax running over bottle glass, rum going round, everybody talking hard. His mother keeps his chair by the wall, his brother won't look at the gate. Bassline rolling low through the concrete, but something in the lane showed up late. [Hook] Nine night. Candle light. Something moving just outside sight. Nine night. Hold it tight. Everybody dancing something ain't right. [Verse 2] Old woman came dressed clean in white, Bible folded under her hand. Never touched the drink, never joined the talk, just stood where the shadows ran. Then her fingers started tapping time. Not with the riddim. Not with the song. She whispered his name like the dark answered back and every light in the yard went black. [Instrumental] She said Don't call him gone. Don't call him gone. Somebody here knows what was done. Then she looked across the yard. Didn't point at the road. Didn't point at his chair. Didn't point toward the grave. She pointed right here. [Hook] Nine night. Candle light. Something moving just outside sight. Nine night. Hold it tight. Everybody dancing something ain't right. [Instrumental] [Final section] Nobody spoke. Nobody moved. His mother stared straight through the room. Old woman smiled like she already knew. Then the bass came back and something came with it. [Final Hook] Nine night. Candle light. Everybody watching. Nobody right. [Outro] [End] ──────────────────────────────── © 2026 Govannon · Onath Lorn Audio Human-directed · AI-generated music Concept, lyric development, creative direction, editing, refinement, and final selection by Govannon Unauthorized copying, reproduction, re-uploading, redistribution, or commercial use is prohibited All rights reserved ────────────────────────────────
