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Lyrics
[Intro]
Whispering static, cracked vinyl in the air
Echoes of a deal gone wrong, dealt in shadows, beware
Vintage broadcast hums, a ghostly serenade
A whisper in the dark, a price paid in the shade
[Verse 1]
Smoke curls from the pocket, a deal in the night
A man with a past painted in black and white
He heard the siren call, a tempting, sultry tune
Signed away his soul under a silver moon
Old jazz samples drift, like ghosts in a haze
A melody of regret, lost in a smoky maze
Radio static flickers, a flicker of regret
He’s dancing with demons, no way out yet
[Pre-Chorus]
Don’t deal with the devil, they say, stay away
But whispers in the static keep calling his name
He thought he could win, thought he could tame
Now he’s lost in the echo, drowning in shame
[Chorus]
Oh, he already did
Made the deal, paid the bid
Now he's haunted by the sins he hid
A man who’s lost, a man who’s slid
Through the cracks of his regret
Don’t go to that place, don’t sweat
The devil’s smile, cold and wet
He’s the proof, he’s the bet
Don’t deal with the devil, don’t forget
[Instrumental Break: Vintage broadcast noise, jazz saxophone, vinyl crackle]
[Verse 2]
Dusk falls heavy, like a velvet shroud
His heart beats slower, beneath a thundercloud
Vintage jazz whispers, a forlorn lullaby
Echoes of promises made, now he questions why
Static layers conceal his tears, hide his pain
Lost in transient blues, drenched in rain
He hears the swing of horns, a bittersweet song
Reminding him of right, of what went wrong
[Pre-Chorus]
They say stay away, don’t cross that line
But he’s already fallen, lost in time
A deal caught in the static, a silent crime
Dancing with shadows, in rhythm and rhyme
[Chorus]
Oh, he already did
Made the deal, paid the bid
Now he's haunted by the sins he hid
A man who’s lost, a man who’s slid
Through the cracks of his regret
Don’t go to that place, don’t sweat
The devil’s smile, cold and wet
He’s the proof, he’s the bet
Don’t deal with the devil, don’t forget
[Bridge]
Vintage broadcast echoes, a warning cry
A melody of sorrow, a lover’s lie
With every crackle, the story’s spun
A man’s lament, what’s lost and won
No salvation in the static, no escape
Just memories fading in ageless tape
He’s a ghost in the jazz, lost in the night
A sinner who’s seen the morning light
[Outro]
Static fades to silence, the night grows still
The ghost of regret, against his will
A tale told in crackling, in old phonograph tune
A warning beneath the silver moon
Don’t make a deal, don’t lose your soul
Lest you pay the price, become less whole
Vintage echoes fade away, into the gloom
A melody of warning, a lifelong tune
Details
GeneratedAug 13, 2026
Duration4:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
Electro-swing with radio static, vintage broadcast noise, mellow and cinematic, and 1930s upbeat jazz
Credits
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