"Ghostlights Blackpool"

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"Ghostlights Blackpool"

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Neon lights flicker like a dying heartbeat,
Empty clubs echo with ghosts of the dancefloor.
Bands packed up their gear, left the mics weepin’—
Now the only encore? Sirens that hover.

Blackpool’s a hollowed-out skeleton in the sand,
Government left us with a fist and a hand.
Youth brawlin’ in the ashes, no future to stand,
This town’s a ghost story where the living are banned.

Remember when trams rolled with laughter and song?
Now the tracks rust with the weight of where we’ve gone.
Boarded-up windows where the palms used to thrive,
Silence where the music screamed from the drive.

No shifts at the factory, no chance to climb,
Degrees just degrees in a dead-end line.
Anger brewed like a storm in the twilight,
Youths turnin’ on each other ready for the fight.

Blackpool’s a hollowed-out skeleton in the sand,
Government left us with a fist and a hand.
Youth brawlin’ in the ashes, no future to stand,
This town’s a ghost story where the living are banned.

I walk these streets where the shadows conspire,
Night’s the only time I can breathe without fire.
But even the stars feel like they’re judgin’ my fall,
City’s a mirror showin’ the rot in us all.

City lights paint a girl with a scar,
White dress draggin’ through the dirt of the bar.
She whispers, “Boy, this night’s a loaded gun—
Pull the trigger on dawn? Nah, it’s already done.”

They say the pier’s a bonesaw in the tide,
Cutting up dreams where the golden once swam.
We’re just rats in the sewage of progress,
Drank the kool-aid, now we’re sick with the gospel.

I’m a wraith in the corner, snortin’ lost years,
Chasin’ the glow of a boomtown’s old tears.
The night? It’s a sister I can’t protect—
We’re both orphans of the sun’s cold neglect.

So let the seaweed choke the Promenade’s throat,
Let the laughter die with the last live show.
We’re the last ghosts in a town that forgot,
Blackpool’s a requiem where the living are shot.

Blackpool’s a hollowed-out skeleton in the sand…
We’re all just phantoms in the endless night,
No dawn, no mercy, just the gunfire of light—
You take my self, but I’ll haunt my control.