[Intro: eerie synth pad, low 808 hum, whispered field samples of wind and footsteps] [Ambient rustle fades in under a detuned Rhodes line. The beat breathes slowly, sparse hi-hats like heartbeats in an empty field. A gospel-style hum echoes from the distance — half church, half séance.] [Verse: minimalist boom-bap meets jazz-hop groove, warm bass, ghostly piano stabs] First time a jack-o'-lantern on the street was noticed Yankee fans won, Maris' home run was the closest What if we planted seeds, a pumpkin crop that encroaches? What if we could all be giants? Some of us could coach us Walkin' through a maze of maize, you could tell a trail is trod Found a spirit's burial plot, a haunted prairie dog Walkin' through a haunted cornfield, I'ma call a ceasefire They want war, I want peace like a Halloween choir [Beat Switch 1: darker tone, muted brass hits, tape-saturated snare, spoken flow rises in cadence] What if, when you die, there's a creature in the forest? It's almost like a joke, it's almost as if there's a chorus At first, the animal is something only you can hear When you're gone, others hear it, know that death is near [Bridge 1: jazz-funk bass, ghostly backing vocals, psychedelic keys] How the headless horseman galloped on and became lore If you're on a mount with no head, wouldn't you fall on the floor? That's just my mind's destination, now it's getting cold You wanna go where everybody knows your soul [Hook: soulful female vocal sample chopped and looped over mellow trap drums] You ain't never seen 'em in the yard 'til now You ain't never seen 'em in the yard 'til now You ain't never seen 'em in the yard 'til now You ain't never seen 'em in the yard 'til now [Beat Switch 2: cinematic tension, layered strings, polyrhythmic hi-hats, jazz horn accenting key phrases] Here, that show's bigger than Seinfeld Not that kind of jerrycan, that's a sign of a mind's wealth These are days when the sunrise feels like 10 AM They made plans and didn't include us, damn them [Bridge 2: tempo shift, dusty breakbeat under filtered keys, whispered ad-libs (“Then again... then again...")] Then again, if the war's civil, I'm a conscientious objector Then again, I've seen hocus-pocus like a double-breasted specter Then again, they took our orange skin and had it drawn and quartered Gore is stored in the pumpkin gourd, no misgendered jack o' daughters [Outro: spiritual jazz breakdown, horns echo, faint organ chords, final vocal refrain] So say hello to your witch mother, some call her Glenda That twister is tornado, still didn't go on a bender So say hello to your headless father, some call him horseman That ghost story is gory, those who tell it just say, "Poor man" Gordy was a gourd, I guess they figured it out All it takes is a holiday, and that's what brought 'em out You ain't never seen 'em in the yard 'til now... [Beat fades under vinyl crackle and children’s laughter reversed]
