Uploaded May 2019 | Updated September 2026, 1 hour ago
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Single Art by Vincent Marcone aka My Pet Skeleton
Song ~ My Lovely Jinn
EP ~ Johnny Hollow: The Old Gods of New Berlin
Produced by Vincent Marcone & Janine White
Follow JH on instagram @ johnnyhollowofficial
Buy the limited edition EP at johnnyhollow.com
The Lyrics:
My Lovely Jinn
When I was a boy...
Way back in 1983...
And the television was my holy spirit.
It showered me with sitcom moralities...
that were plumed with technicolour commandments...
Get a girl.
Get a house.
Have a family.
And if it all goes wrong?
Do it again.
That...
Was the televised truth.
The funny thing about truth...
It’s.... twisty...
It’s malleable...
It’s as real as a mirage inside of a dream.
One day when the holy spirit wasn’t looking...
A smoky silhouette approached me...
And I inhaled...
Desperate for the scent of him.
It was a clandestine moment...
His eyes like fire...
I wanted to burn…
And the silence cracks
As the angels rage
And the wolves howl
As my lovely jinn sings
I wanted to burn…
I am the flame
You are the heat
Let’s burn together
Inside the beat
BUY the track or album DIRECTLY from the band at johnnyhollow.com !
Become a HOLLOWER at PATREON patreon.com/johnnyhollow (Thank U We 🖤 U)
Single Art by Vincent Marcone aka My Pet Skeleton
Song ~ My Lovely Jinn
EP ~ Johnny Hollow: The Old Gods of New Berlin
Produced by Vincent Marcone & Janine White
Follow JH on instagram @ johnnyhollowofficial
Buy the limited edition EP at johnnyhollow.com
The Lyrics:
My Lovely Jinn
When I was a boy...
Way back in 1983...
And the television was my holy spirit.
It showered me with sitcom moralities...
that were plumed with technicolour commandments...
Get a girl.
Get a house.
Have a family.
And if it all goes wrong?
Do it again.
That...
Was the televised truth.
The funny thing about truth...
It’s.... twisty...
It’s malleable...
It’s as real as a mirage inside of a dream.
One day when the holy spirit wasn’t looking...
A smoky silhouette approached me...
And I inhaled...
Desperate for the scent of him.
It was a clandestine moment...
His eyes like fire...
I wanted to burn…
And the silence cracks
As the angels rage
And the wolves howl
As my lovely jinn sings
I wanted to burn…
I am the flame
You are the heat
Let’s burn together
Inside the beat










