Inferno lounge

[Intro – Crackling Radio Transmission]
🎷 Static hum, faint swing bassline
🎙️ “Good evening, ladies and gents,
You’re tuned to Station 666 —
Where hearts break in rhythm,
and the Devil never misses a beat...”

[Verse 1 – Smooth, smoky tone]
Dear Penthouse Forum, I can’t believe it happened to me,
Signed the line in velvet ink, thought it’d set me free.
Met a dame in red with fire for eyes,
Said “Kid, heaven’s overrated, try sin on for size.”
Now I’m swingin’ in brimstone bars at midnight,
Clinking glasses with ghosts who lost the fight.
Every smile’s a sin, every laugh a scar,
But damn if temptation don’t make a fine cigar.

[Interlude – Fake Radio Ad]
🎙️ “Tonight’s broadcast brought to you by Lucifer’s Lounge Liqueur —
One sip, and you’ll never pray the same again!”

[Verse 2 – Dark romance]
She danced like the end of the world was playing jazz,
Every step a sermon, every wink pure razzmatazz.
She said, “Love’s a crime, sugar — but I’ll make you confess.”
And I did, twice, in rhythm and mess.
Now my heart’s a trumpet that only moans blues,
My soul’s been repossessed, but hey — what’s new?
They call it sin, I call it Saturday night,
Where every halo melts in the spotlight.

[Bridge – Tragic swing solo, narrator laughing through pain]
🎷 “Play it, Johnny! Play it like your ex just took your halo!”
I tried to pray, but the mic cut out,
Guess heaven’s busy, or my faith’s in drought.
If redemption’s a ticket, mine’s long overdue —
But hell’s got rhythm, and it sounds like you.

[Outro – Fading Radio Crackle]
🎙️ “And that, dear listeners, concludes tonight’s confession.
If love’s the Devil’s favorite game…
Then baby, I’m just playin’ my part.”

🎷 Horns fade, static returns, faint echo of laughter…
“Station 666… signing off… until desire calls again.”


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1930's swing, jazz, swing, fast