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Lyrics
[Intro – smoky electric guitar, brushed drums, low noir bass; half-spoken vocal]
Bonstradamus...
Nostra-dog-us...
He already knows.
[Verse 1 – intimate male vocal, restrained indie-rock groove]
White coat glowing in the television blue
Old wise eyes that have seen right through
He patrols the hall, close to the ground
A round little prophet making his rounds
Napoleon pride in a Frenchie frame
Every crumb in the kitchen knows his name
[Pre-Chorus – bass rises, drums open slightly; build anticipation]
He doesn’t chase tomorrow, he just knows
Where the afternoon sun and the dinner goes
[Chorus – full warm guitars, melodic lift, affectionate and anthemic]
Oh, Bonstradamus, Nostra-dog-us
Tiny French tyrant, raising a fuss
Loyal as moonlight, stout as a drum
He knows the treats before they come
Oh, Bonstradamus, king of the floor
White little oracle guarding the door
When the whole world turns strange and blue
Home is wherever I’m with you
[Verse 2 – pull instrumentation back; vocal slightly wry, tender]
He’s got the patience of a worn-out saint
And a general’s stare when dinner is late
One ear up for the clink of a plate
One slow royal march when it’s getting late
He maps every crumb like a grand design
Ancient eyes and a hungry mind
[Pre-Chorus – add soft backing harmony; steady rise]
He reads a room better than stars above
His clearest vision is unconditional love
[Chorus – fuller drums, doubled lead vocal, subtle harmony]
Oh, Bonstradamus, Nostra-dog-us
Tiny French tyrant, raising a fuss
Loyal as moonlight, stout as a drum
He knows the treats before they come
Oh, Bonstradamus, king of the floor
White little oracle guarding the door
When the whole world turns strange and blue
Home is wherever I’m with you
[Bridge – strip to bass, guitar tremolo, distant room reverb; sincere vocal]
Nostradamus warned of the end of days
Bones knows the minute I’m pulling away
He waits by the door like a king on his throne
Till the turn of my key says he isn’t alone
[Final Chorus – biggest arrangement; vocal emotional, harmonies on “Bonstradamus”]
Oh, Bonstradamus, Nostra-dog-us
Small-body emperor, all heart and trust
Older and chunkier, noble and tough
A whole life of love is more than enough
Oh, Bonstradamus, king of the floor
My little French legend, forever adored
If fate has a message, it’s simple and true:
Every good future comes home to you
[Outro – instruments fade to guitar and bass; spoken final line]
Bonstradamus...
The treats are coming.
He knew.
Details
GeneratedAug 18, 2026
Duration3:30
LanguageEnglish
Style
Noir-tinged indie rock; smoky baritone vocal, tremolo guitar, warm bass, brushed drums, cinematic chorus.
Credits
Prompt byColdNoseSociety
ModelAria v5.5
