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Candles hiss in the club’s back room, Black lace shoulders cut through gloom. You bless the crowd with a sideways grin— I kneel for touch; we both cave in. Your halo’s wired to a sparking chain; Every blink rains metal rain. Black lace apostles, dancing mean— Holy trouble, gasoline. Say my name then say “stay clean”; Black lace apostles, smell of quinine. Knife-edge cheekbones, choir of smoke; You read my ribs like a private joke. I flinch, you soften: “It’s only art.” You tuck a plaster over my heart. You write commandments on my skin— Ten small cuts; I let you in. Black lace apostles, dancing mean— Holy trouble, gasoline. Say my name and make me breathe; Black lace apostles, take the lead. Spin me. Cut me. Black lace apostles, dancing mean— Light the altar, kerosene. Speak devotion—salt and sting; Black lace apostles, rule the scene.
Instructional lyrics
[Intro 4b trem‑picked lead, pad under] [Verse 1 swagger groove ~108bpm] [**Verse 1**] Candles hiss in the club’s back room Black lace shoulders cut through gloom You bless the crowd with a sideways grin I kneel for touch, absolving sin [Pre rise, choir pad swell] [Pre tension, snare on 2/4] [Pre bloom pad] [**Pre-Chorus** ] Your halo’s wired to the mains Every blink throws silver rain [Chorus wide, tambourine last repeat] [Chorus octave bass, low BVs] [**Chorus** ] Black lace apostles, dancing mean Holy trouble, gasoline Say my name and make me bleed Black lace apostles, take the lead [**Verse 2**] Knife‑edge cheekbones, choir of smoke You read my ribs like a dirty joke Faith like leather, tight and brave I trade my pulse to be your slave [Pre rise, choir pad swell] [Pre tension, snare on 2/4] [Pre bloom pad] [**Pre-Chorus** ] You write commandments on my skin Ten small cuts, I let you in [Chorus wide, tambourine last repeat] [Chorus octave bass, low BVs] [**Chorus** ] Black lace apostles, dancing mean Holy trouble, gasoline Say my name and make me bleed Black lace apostles, take the lead [**Bridge** ] Spin me Cut me [**Final Chorus**] Black lace apostles, dancing mean Light the altar, kerosene Speak devotion, make it scream Black lace apostles, rule the scene [Outro 2b feedback tail]
Song info
Dark, swaggering post‑punk. Commonwealth noir lexicon (high street, queue, pavement). Sisters‑style pads, Nick Cave noir swagger, Smiths jangle accents. Baritone lead. Tempo 108 BPM, key B minor. Brooding bass, tremolo‑picked lead, ritual snare on 2/4, tom fills into hits. Plate reverb, slap delay. Structure: Intro → Verse → Pre → Chorus → Verse → Pre → Chorus → Bridge (drop) → Final Chorus. Hook: “Black lace apostles.” Themes: obsession as devotion.
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