The Elegant Landing Narrative
Creado por Omegathekidphoenix con Udio AI
Lyrics
It is the coldest day in January. Sacral beach emptiness Frozen puddles of seawater. Deck chairs wrapped in tarpaulins. [Chorus] Parasols in a row. Nothing like spears and stuff. [Chorus] This is a war-free zone. An empire of colorful towels and suntanned naked bodies Immobile in the sand [Chorus] No soldiers here to collect stolen liquor with their helmets. [Bridge] No. Nothing like that [Chorus] Just the ghosts of summer. Casualties of sunburn and the beach fatigue Future ghosts The past ghosts [Chorus] Come and goes On rotary basis [Verse] You seen them forgot them, they return to refresh your memories, to claim their persistence on the beach. [Bridge] Speed up the footage of surveillance cameras a few hundred times, and they're just the flicker on a hectic changing background. Season cycle The threshold of mystery No windows Doors are closed but come and peer through its keyhole You'll see a naked reality hidden in plain sight. She's carrying a lantern in one hand, the other is resting on her thigh her head laid back lips parted profound yet disturbing erogenous blast We are attracted by the sea whose blackness is merging with a darkened sky We have been seduced, by wind, voices, tales, and unseen monsters. Alleys here are supernaturally lit, dramatically fitted into the space. Theatrical lighting and staging transform the necessity into exciting new aesthetics. Their purpose is to go beyond the ordinary while drawing all its juices from every day's whereabouts of sense and boredom, meaning and despair, the dull stalled fresh peak of disaster. The elegant landing narrative, conceptual guilt gear, twice as impressive as the real thing, It’s on view in the left hemisphere of the drain. Cut just one wire and all is off.
