Your Gothic Confiseur (The Basement of My Heart) - Morgan Daniels скачать в хорошем качестве

Your Gothic Confiseur (The Basement of My Heart) - Morgan Daniels

All of my song lyrics have been adapted from my poems, and can be found in their original form on Poetry.com https://www.poetry.com/poem/249864/th... (Lyrics) Open up and say ahh There’s a draft in the stairwell that howls like a choir Heat rising from below like a funeral pyre I put down a rug and a wrought-iron chair Hung lace from the pipes just to soften the air You said I was clingy, you said you'd call the cops But darling, devotion is never half-cocked Now the house plants are thriving, the neighbors don’t pry And the basement’s a perfect ten out of ten, would you not agree? No? Why? Oh... It's feeding time I’m your gothic confiseur, your sugary croon Your spoonful of sweetness in a windowless room Love’s a little sticky, love’s a little crude Open wide, my dove, don't be rude Vanilla devotion in a chipped teacup If love is custard then butter me up You scream, I swoon, what a beautiful thing In the basement of my heart a spoon is better than a ring I brought you butterscotch, I brought you flan I labeled each ramekin, “From Your Biggest Fan” The candles drip wax like tears from a fallen angel The furnace hums like a chorus straight out of hell I read you some poetry, mostly my own About marrow and longing and vertebrae bone You rattled your cuffs to applaud my refrain Or perhaps to signal acute disdain? But darling, affection is a curious art Some send roses, but gastronomic perfection is the way to my heart I’m your gothic confiseur, your sugary croon Your spoonful of sweetness in a windowless room Love’s a little sticky, love’s a little crude Open wide, my dove, don't be rude Chocolate confessions, tapioca tears I’ve stocked up enough for at least twenty years You gag, I brag, what a passionate scene In the basement of my heart you’re my dairy queen Do you prefer custard? No Well... That’s unfortunate Spoon airplane flying through the gloom Open the hangar of your doom Here comes vanilla, thick and slow Say ahh for eternal woe I'm your gothic confiseur, your underground king With a ladle of longing and a sweet craving Love’s a little twisted, love’s a little rude But nothing says “I love you” like Bavaroise smothered in fruit When the world goes cold, and the black roses bloom We’ll still have dessert, in our padded room So hush now, darling, don’t put up a fight It’s pistachio by candlelight 📢 Lyrics written by Morgan Daniels (1997/2026) 🎧📽️🎤 Music/Visuals/Vocals: AI generated/Assisted I run everything (music and vocals) through a studio editor and heavily edit it to sound exactly how I want. I don't have access to the instruments (or expensive music programs) to produce the sound myself... and I can't sing... so I use AI to generate it and then tweak the crap out of it until it becomes a reflection of my own twisted mind #gothicpop #darkwave #synthpop #darkelectro #electropop #theatrical #darkhumor