Write melodic rap English male vocal lyrics centered on the secret conversations of taxidermied 19th-century deep-sea specimen displays in a forgotten natural history museum after closing, where they trade stories of their original ocean journeys and lament being frozen in static poses. Music parameters: 115 BPM, elastic tempo that stretches 30% slower during aria sections and snaps back to original pace for rap verses, G minor core mode, core instrumentation of muted harp arpeggios, warbling modular synth bleeps, slow rolling trap 808s with baroque phrasing, and scratchy 1930s church choir samples. Emotion leans into soft melancholic euphoria, balancing dry, swaggering triplet flows about their ocean exploits and soaring bel canto verses about their quiet longing. Lyrics shift between conversational rap cadence, poetic operatic libretto phrasing, and snippets of vintage marine biology field guide wording.
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[Intro] [Verse] Dust on my dorsal fin Let the night begin Glass cage, I'm locked in Formaldehyde skin They found me in the dark Near the HMS bark Now I’m just a spark In a silent park I remember the crush Of the midnight rush Before the world went hush In a velvet plush Nineteenth-century ghost On a wooden post I miss the coast the most And the bioluminescent host [Pre-Chorus] Oh, the weight of the tide Where the leviathans hide In the deep, we were wide Now we're hollow inside Tempo slows to a crawl As the shadows all fall Against the museum wall I can hear the sea call [Chorus] Welcome to the Glass Museum Where the ghosts go to see ‘em We trade the salt for the stone In this G minor zone Frozen in a static pose Where the cold current flows In the dark, heaven knows How the ancient heart glows [Post-Chorus] (Harp arpeggios swell) Under the bell In this dry shell Under the spell [Verse] Check the field guide notes How the specimen floats Caught by men in coats On their wooden boats Genus: unknown In a jar, alone With a calcium bone And a silent tone I was a king in the trench Now I’m a permanent bench With a chemical stench And a thirst I can't quench Triplet flow on the floor Like the waves on the shore I was craving for more Than this locked-up door [Pre-Chorus] Oh, the weight of the tide Where the leviathans hide In the deep, we were wide Now we're hollow inside Tempo slows to a crawl As the shadows all fall Against the museum wall I can hear the sea call [Chorus] Welcome to the Glass Museum Where the ghosts go to see ‘em We trade the salt for the stone In this G minor zone Frozen in a static pose Where the cold current flows In the dark, heaven knows How the ancient heart glows [Bridge] Requiem for the deep blue Where the sunlight is through I am looking for you In the dust and the dew Modular synths start to weep While the janitors sleep Secrets we have to keep In the silence so steep Let the aria rise To the soot-covered skies With my glass-button eyes Where my memory lies [Verse] Scientific name: Bathy-beast On the shadows I feast From the west to the east I’m the legend, at least Stiff as a board in the light But I’m swimming at night In a mental flight Of a watery sight No more pressure to feel Just the wood and the steel Was the ocean even real? In this taxidermy deal Snap the rhythm back fast Let the memory last From the deep, dark past I am finally cast [Chorus] Welcome to the Glass Museum Where the ghosts go to see ‘em We trade the salt for the stone In this G minor zone Frozen in a static pose Where the cold current flows In the dark, heaven knows How the ancient heart glows [Outro]
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