Stay Forever (Buttons at Supper) - 🎃 Spookeasy '25 (Electro Swing) - Good Catchy Tunes

Описание: A catchy, yet Spooky, song by Catchy Good Tunes!
Listen to Spookeasy '25:    • Spookeasy '25 🎃 (A Halloween Electro Swing...  
This is a Remake / Extension of the Original:    • Buttons at Supper - Electro Swing - Good C...  
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[Intro]
It came by mail in crooked type,
A letter sealed in wax so ripe:
"You're invited back for cakes and cheer..."
"We’ve missed your smile this past odd year."
"Come back..." "She’s waiting..."

[Verse 1]
A door behind the drawing wall (too small, too still, too dark)
A key that whispered like a spell (I felt the turning spark)
Past bricks and tunnels, cold and wide
I crawled into the Other Side
And there she stood with stitched-up grace—
A mirror of my mother’s face.

She said, “Come in, you look so thin!”
Her needle fingers touched my chin
The chandelier began to swing—
And so began the Other Thing.

[Chorus]
Welcome back to the supper on the Other Side
Where the dishes float and the beetles glide
She’ll feed you sweets and sugared lies
While sewing buttons in your eyes
Raise a glass to the girl she hoped I’d be
With perfect manners and no memory
The cake is warm, the tea is red—
But the ghosts all whisper, “We’re still dead.”

(Smile wide… stay forever…)

[Verse 2]
The cat with eyes like candle flame
Said, “She’ll smile soft—but play no game.”
He vanished quick between the chairs
(Like logic did beneath the stairs)
The neighbors danced on spider legs
Miss Spink served tea with boiled eggs
Bobinsky juggled rats that sang—
They spun around in circus slang.

The doll she made to spy on me
Now winked and whispered mockingly
Its threads still held my sleeping grin—
A voodoo portrait sewn with sin.

[Bridge]
Three ghostly kids behind the grate
Said, “Run before it’s far too late!”
“She stole our eyes, our names, our light...”
(They glowed like stars without the night)

“She fed us dreams, then stitched us tight.
We stayed too long. We lost the fight...”
The cat just purred and licked his paw—
“She’s weaving you into her law.”

[Chorus]
Welcome back to the party where the rules don’t hold,
Where the Other Mother croons in gold
She’ll offer you a life so sweet—
With silver thread beneath your feet
Drink it in, but don’t you bite,
For freedom has a bitter price
She’s waiting with a needle grin—
Don’t let her sew the buttons in.

(Snug and neat... stitch by stitch...)

[Outro]
So if you find a tiny key
And dreams that hum too vividly—
Remember Coraline’s quiet plea:
“Be brave, be bold... but never stay for tea.”

[Verse 3]
She hummed a lullaby off-key
And laid the silk across my knee
The needle gleamed like morning frost—
She said, “No pain. Just what was lost.”
My voice went flat, my fingers numb,
The thread wound tight, my senses dumb
A mirror cracked where once I stood—
I smiled wide. I felt too good.
Then came the stitch, then came the sting—
The chandelier began to swing.
Each blink was black, each breath unsure...
I wasn’t me, not anymore.

Welcome home to the girl who stayed,
Who traded fear for a dress parade
She hums the songs she used to fear
But never leaves the hallway mirror
No more tears, no more fight,
No more waking, no more night—
She sings me still in mother’s skin...
And I forget what might have been.

[Final Verse]
The doll now stands where I began—
Its grin too wide, its skin too tan
She walks like me, she speaks my name—
But I’m the shadow in her frame.
The ghosts now turn their hollow heads
And whisper names that no one said.
The cat has vanished, tail and claw—
His eyes now line the picture wall.
I tap the mirror. It won't break.
The sugar burns, the tea’s all fake.
My stitched-up smile begins to tear...
But no one knows I'm trapped in there.

[Final Chorus]
Welcome home to the girl who stayed,
Who traded fear for a dress parade
She hums the songs she used to fear
But never leaves the hallway mirror
No more tears, no more fight,
No more waking, no more night—
She sings me still in mother’s skin...
And I forget what might have been

[Outro]
If you find that key once more
And cross that paper-thin front door
Beware the ones who sew and spin—
They only want to pull you in.
Don’t trade your voice for sugared tea
Don’t trust the things you “used to be”
Coraline's a perfect doll...
But me?
I don’t exist at all.

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