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Blackbird Belle - Fever Dream (Lyrics Video)

Atra Aeterna Aug 15, 2025 12:00
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Available On: https://blackbirdbelle.bandcamp.com/album/fever-dream https://open.spotify.com/album/51ZcZo7Nw1jnn4ys7wVww3?si=OFoM4omeRTyCap-KZA3nuA https://music.apple.com/ca/album/fever-dream-single/1831187765 Lyrics: We never let the sun shine Symptoms always on my mind We never let the sun shine Signals always on my mind We met under the sun Ever since Ithaca birthed Odysseus from crystalline basilicas This serpentine chorus of sine waves escorted us to reverence Severed from rarified umbilicus Weathering summer storms, we sought out the serendipitous And every line that I’ve jotted is like Leviticus My irised eye socket chuckin' rockets from out the vitreous This bold indifference couldn’t withhold my bitterness I’m dishing out revenge served cold - like Uma, who’s still villainous Flipping scriptures like they’re amphibious Slithered betwixt the rhythmic signals of this significance My pen’ll dip within the thickest pools of viscoses Illicit lyricists disappearing with zero witnesses I guess there’s no evasive maneuvers From forever looming fate, or the erasure of doomed movements We’re what the speckle of dust within the groove is Infinitesimal little decimals entrusted to keep us moving We’re outta options, its Foster vs. Hopkins When our Silence is complicit with the block on which they’re choppin’ Whether God, Man, Lion, or Lamb - we administer blame Preachers prey upon these people like they’re creatures to tame Is it Heaven or Valhalla’s remains? I see no skin in the game as different - we’re all sinnin’ the same A hallowed refrain, it’s tainted by the toxin engrained Like each apostle’s knockin’ Sisyphus from hostile terrain Now who’s Running up that Hill in the rain? Hearing Kate Bush, emboldening that fox in the flames A prize fighter in a boxing ring who’s gunning to claim The hounds of love, like the sound of hundreds chanting our names To feel something - comfortably we’re numbing the pain To quell the hum of rising riots that’ll course through our veins I find it crazy, maybe this discordant choral refrain is just a portal We’re transported from to mortal remains Symptoms always on my mind We never let the sun shine Signals always on my mind (Ohh-oh-oh-oh) We met under the sun (Ohh-oh-oh-oh) You could say that I've seen a fevered dream I sought a soul and caught it holding onto golden gleams So besotted by autumn ponds of old & green Forest floors, overflowing flora full of fluorescein Like growin’ auras from an auroran scene Roarin’ rainstorms pouring torrents upon these evergreens Les Misérables - but mi no hablo El Diablo’s screams Auditory stories of purgatory and hidden schemes And now we’ve disappeared through years of tyranny I fear we’re more than nearer to Black Mirrored conspiracies The darkened eras wherein terror’s not a rarity There’s snipers crowned on parapets with apathetic clarity The rhythmic promise of these odysseys - I sought ‘em But got caught up like traumatic thoughts that taunt us at rock bottom Thunderous drum sonnets iconic as John Bonham’s As the snares crack the air into fractals that broach quantum This is boom bap - kickin’ so hard that the sonic boom claps And y’all Marvel like the doctorate of doom’s back Drowned smoke, I’ve broken records like the groove’s cracked So let me prove that, my methodology is smooth tracked Centrifuged rap, let it complement the juiced strat Of scratching out the loops up in the lab to hone a new stack Of raw melodics, from a Punk who grew up too Daft A sorcerer’s apprentice who attuned to mystic tune-craft These magic missile moves are far from mystery This wizened wizard channels from the dark annals of history Sacrosanct panels of stained glass in blistered heat Shattered into splinters to rain down on city streets Black tar, shards that glitter like a halo downed Emerald hues, garnets, and blues beneath a steepled crown Each cathedral reaching down beneath the bleeding ground To reignite the beating heart of demons who were sleeping sound Symptoms always on my mind We never let the sun shine Signals always on my mind (Ohh-oh-oh-oh) We never let the sun shine (Ohh-oh-oh-oh)
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