Fabulous Midnight Shift

Synth-funk, synth-pop, R&B, new wave, electronic music, Minneapolis Sound, Halloween Music, Disco Rap Descriptors anxious, nocturnal, ominous, mysterious, quirky, paranoia, hythmic, female vocals

V3.5

[Verse 1 funk groove, sassy lines]
Trixie’s in her room, hair down, looking fine,
Phone call ringing— “girl, you’re back on time.”
She rolls her eyes, bottle in her hand,
Anger in her stomach, but she takes the stand.
In the alleyway, a goth kid grins,
“Big girls like you don’t last this week…”
She laughs him off, keeps walking fast,
“Don’t waste my time, boy, I’ll make it last.”
[Pre-Chorus]
Streetlights buzzing, shadows creep,
A cherry van rolling down too deep…
[Chorus]
Somebody’s calling me (but no one speaks),
Just laughing on the line, chilling my cheeks.
I locks the doors, but the silence remains, I close the blinds, 
But paranoia’s dancing in my mind.
Cherry van in the night I see,
Headlights hunting girls like me.
[Verse 2]
First client complains, “ten minutes too long!”
She smiles through her teeth, but something feels wrong.
The phone rings again, dead air, then—
That wicked chuckle slides beneath her skin.
Another man walks in, whispers the name,
Of the Midnight Stalker out playing his game.
Speaks of the killings,
Eyes trace her chest, and his courage is spilling
He leaves in a hurry, afraid of her frame,
As if her body alone could summon the name.
[Pre-Chorus]
Every mirror, every street,
Feels like footsteps in the beat…
[Chorus]
Somebody’s calling me (but no one speaks),
Just laughing on the line, chilling my cheeks.
I locks the doors, but the silence remains, I close the blinds, 
But paranoia’s dancing in my mind.
Cherry van in the night I see,
Headlights hunting girls like me.
[Bridge – funk groove, whispered lines]
Rosa in the bathroom, bottle in her hand,
Freddy on the sidewalk, chasing what he can.
“Town’s gone to hell since that shadow came…”
But no one says the Midnight Stalker’s name. Nobody dares to say his name.
But rumors spread in a breathless chant,
“He loves big-busted girls, that’s his haunt.”
[Final Chorus]
Somebody’s calling me (but no one speaks)
The echo of his name burning underneath.
I close the blinds, still can’t look away,
The window’s a monster staring back my face.
Cherry van in the night I see,
Headlights hunting girls like me.
[Outro – whispered]
Like a child at night, searching under her bed…
But the monster’s outside, waiting instead.

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[Verse 1 funk groove, sassy lines] Trixie’s in her room, hair down, looking fine, Phone call ringing— “girl, you’re back on time.” She rolls her eyes, bottle in her hand, Anger in her stomach, but she takes the stand. In the alleyway, a goth kid grins, “Big girls like you don’t last this week…” She laughs him off, keeps walking fast, “Don’t waste my time, boy, I’ll make it last.” [Pre-Chorus] Streetlights buzzing, shadows creep, A cherry van rolling down too deep… [Chorus] Somebody’s calling me (but no one speaks), Just laughing on the line, chilling my cheeks. I locks the doors, but the silence remains, I close the blinds, But paranoia’s dancing in my mind. Cherry van in the night I see, Headlights hunting girls like me. [Verse 2] First client complains, “ten minutes too long!” She smiles through her teeth, but something feels wrong. The phone rings again, dead air, then— That wicked chuckle slides beneath her skin. Another man walks in, whispers the name, Of the Midnight Stalker out playing his game. Speaks of the killings, Eyes trace her chest, and his courage is spilling He leaves in a hurry, afraid of her frame, As if her body alone could summon the name. [Pre-Chorus] Every mirror, every street, Feels like footsteps in the beat… [Chorus] Somebody’s calling me (but no one speaks), Just laughing on the line, chilling my cheeks. I locks the doors, but the silence remains, I close the blinds, But paranoia’s dancing in my mind. Cherry van in the night I see, Headlights hunting girls like me. [Bridge – funk groove, whispered lines] Rosa in the bathroom, bottle in her hand, Freddy on the sidewalk, chasing what he can. “Town’s gone to hell since that shadow came…” But no one says the Midnight Stalker’s name. Nobody dares to say his name. But rumors spread in a breathless chant, “He loves big-busted girls, that’s his haunt.” [Final Chorus] Somebody’s calling me (but no one speaks) The echo of his name burning underneath. I close the blinds, still can’t look away, The window’s a monster staring back my face. Cherry van in the night I see, Headlights hunting girls like me. [Outro – whispered] Like a child at night, searching under her bed… But the monster’s outside, waiting instead.

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