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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Out by the county road
There's a house in black lace
Polished chrome on the hearse
And red on every face
They wear pearl-white gloves
And name tags pinned like grace
But the front door never rests
It's always a new embrace
[Pre-Chorus]
Late bell in the hall
Footsteps on the tile
One man leaves in tears
One man stays awhile
[Chorus]
Velvet parlor, velvet parlor
You break my lonely heart
Velvet parlor, velvet parlor
Where the living play the part
I know what you are
I know what you are
But I keep coming back
To your velvet parlor
[Verse 2]
Between the embalming room
And the chapel's faded gold
They smoke on the loading dock
In the wind and cold
One by one, they slip inside
Through the side door after dark
Some come for a broken prayer
Some come to leave a mark
[Pre-Chorus]
Late bell in the hall
Lipstick on the glass
Men with empty hands
Can't ever make it last
[Chorus]
Velvet parlor, velvet parlor
You break my lonely heart
Velvet parlor, velvet parlor
Where the living play the part
I know what you are
I know what you are
But I keep coming back
To your velvet parlor
[Bridge]
And I should run, I should run
From that red-lit floor
But your laugh sounds like a vow
I can't close that door
When the bodies are all dressed
And the candles burn low
You pull me like a hymn
That I don't want to know
[Final Chorus]
Velvet parlor, velvet parlor
You break my lonely heart
Velvet parlor, velvet parlor
Where the living play the part
I know what you are
I know what you are
But I keep coming back
To your velvet parlor
[Outro]
Out by the county road
The morning takes its toll
And I leave with my coat unbuttoned
And my soul on hold
Details
GeneratedAug 13, 2026
Duration5:09
LanguageEnglish
Style
Rock ballad with a slow 6/8 sway, clean electric guitar arpeggios, mournful bass, and brushed toms in the verses; pre-chorus climbs with tom fills and suspended chords; chorus opens wide with ringing power chords and harmony doubles. Lead vocal stays close-mic and hushed in verses, then cracks into stacked octave doubles on the hook. Rainstick shimmer, organ swell, and a reverse cymbal lift into each chorus. Warm, dramatic, and glossy with a smoky low-end, ballad, rock, romantic
Credits
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LunarOutput334
LunarOutput334ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Romantic rock ballad, about some women who work at a funeral home but its more like a whore house, a revolving door of men in and out between embalmings and funerals
