Silent Followers
Who's worse: the loud villain or the ones quietly waltzing behind? A bluesy gypsy waltz on complicity.
Lyrics
V1: Trippy Bluesy Gypsy Waltz [Verse 1] At the first turn of the waltz, they hover in the dark, Ghostly eyes behind the glass, silent in the park. Clicking, watching, never speaking, shadows in the feed, They drink but never answer, hunger without need. [Chorus] Silent followers, spinning round my song, Silent followers, lurking far too long. If you’ve got time to circle, you’ve got time to say, A word, a smile, an echo, don’t just fade away. [Verse 2] At the second turn of the waltz, the rhythm bites my bones, Robotic little soldiers, scrolling on their phones. Idiotic, narcissistic, creep-tastic parade, Laughing at the silence they themselves have made. [Chorus] Silent followers, round and round they creep, Silent followers, waking while I weep. I’m French, I’m raw, authentic, I’ll call it loud and clear, If you can’t send a silly emoji, what are you doing here? [Bridge] Who likes the creepy stalkers? Not me, I spit, adieu, Unfollow now, you losers, the mask slips, merci, shoo. [Final Chorus – faster, frantic] Silent followers, whirling like a spell, Silent followers, dance your ghostly hell. My waltz is fire, ecstatic, while you hide behind the screen, I’ll sing your name as ashes, where your silence has been. ⸻ V2: (Psychedelic Arabesk Burlesque Waltz) [Verse 1] At the first beat of the waltz, I’m dramatic, I confess, So French, so unapologetic, too authentic to repress. But behind the velvet curtain, phantom watchers lurk, Never clapping, never speaking. Tell me, what’s your work? [Chorus] Silent followers, twirling in the night, Silent followers, ghosts that never write. If you’ve got time to linger, you’ve got time to cheer, So why this empty shadow-play that drags from year to year? [Verse 2] At the second beat, it’s comic, idiotic, tragic too, Robotic in your silence, narcissistic déjà vu. I’m calling out the creepers, banana-deek parade, Your lurking is pathetic, your feedback never made. [Chorus] Silent followers, dance your little mime, Silent followers, parasites of time. A like, a wink, a silly sign, it wouldn’t kill the day, But your ghostly non-reaction just reeks of creep-decay. [Bridge] Who likes the creepy stalkers? Not me! Not now, not ever! Ok merci, adieu, Lose yourself forever. [Final Chorus] Silent followers, circus in disguise, Silent followers, vacant glassy eyes. I’ll spin this waltz electric, in arabesk delight, While your silence cracks and crumbles in the blaze of duh no light!
