14 Ride the Ghost Train Shore

Own lyrics and AI-music combined. spooky bluegrass metal mix. Halloween 2026. Please subscribe and like if you have fun watching this video. Lyrics: [Intro] Well the compass spun backward, the gulls flew below, And a black wall of weather climbed up from the foam. The captain cried, “Hold fast!”—then the whole sky split wide, As something with no human name rose out of the tide. [Verse 1] We were hauling the mainsail by lantern and rope, With a tin cup of coffee and a pocketful of hope. Then the clouds grew teeth and the wind learned our names, And the sea stood upright in a tower of rain. [Chorus] Heave-ho! Hey! Let the cold waves roll! Lalalala, down we go! Diggidy-dum, hear the old bells toll! Heave-ho! Hey! We’ve got no shore! Lalalala—then no more! [Verse 2] No hand at the helm and no face in the gale, Just a thousand white fingers that battered the sail. The unhuman storm took the deck, mast, and crew; When the dawn found the water, not one man drew breath anew. [Chorus] Heave-ho! Hey! Let the cold waves roll! Lalalala, down we go! Diggidy-dum, hear the old bells toll! Heave-ho! Hey! We’ve got no shore! Lalalala—then no more! [Bridge] Under black water, our last heartbeats cease; No living hand answers, no lantern brings peace. But where the drowned hull lies, past the salt and the years, A strange new horizon cuts through the cold spheres. [Verse 3] We woke where the tumbleweed wore a chrome crown, On the far-future frontier, with the moon hanging brown. Dead men in dusters, pale sparks in our eyes, We rode out as ghosts beneath copper-red skies. [Verse 4] Our bridles were rigging, our saddles were foam, The old ship’s cracked bell was the spur we called home. We haunt every canyon where the star-trains run, Still singing for sailors beneath a new sun. [Chorus] Heave-ho! Hey! Let the cold waves roll! Lalalala, down we go! Diggidy-dum, hear the old bells toll! Heave-ho! Hey! Ride the ghost-train shore! —we’re dead, not gone! [Drop] The ship went down! The crew went still! The storm was no man’s will! [Outro] Now the fiddle fades and the six-string sighs, While the banjo rides under electric skies. Synths drift with the strings of our old outlaw band— Heave-ho, lalalala, ghosts across the sand. Diggidy-dum, till the far stars glow, We ride where the dead winds go. Heave-ho… lalalala… Find me: TWITCH:   / tinalotte333999   My DISCORD server:   / discord   SUNO: https://suno.com/@tinalotte39