Brian Wilson

(Verse 1 – “Smile in the Silence”) The piano's been sleeping, untouched by the sun Where the sandbox once shimmered, the dreaming was done He built symphonies with shadows, with ghosts in the hall They crowned him a prophet, then watched him fall (Pre-Chorus) Candle wax records, skipping on fears He drowned in the harmonies only he hears (Chorus) But oh, in the static, he sings through the storm A boy with a surfboard, a man torn and worn And love, love and mercy will carry him home Through the echoes of madness, he's never alone (Verse 2 – “Doctor’s Orders”) There’s a man with a voice like a lock with no key Selling cures in a cage made of sweet therapy He says, “Be happy, be healthy, be quiet, behave,” But genius don’t flourish in well-decorated caves (Bridge – “In the Backseat”) And he dreams of vibrations, of teenage prayers Of Caroline whispers and salt in his hair Till the voices he borrowed, he finally returns And the fire in his falsetto softly burns (Chorus) 'Cause oh, in the stillness, the melody calls From the Pet Sounds of youth to these grown-up halls And love, love and mercy untangle the chain A recluse reborn in the heartache and rain (Instrumental – Modular Shift - Beach Boys-style harmonies swell into dreamy orchestration with sudden modern synth textures echoing Brian’s later work. Harpsichords meet warm pads. A broken music box opens into a sunlit instrumental crescendo.) (Outro – “Good Morning, Avalon”) Now he walks through the morning, unshackled and slow With a heart full of fragments arranged just so And the world hears a whisper it tried to erase: A genius still dreaming in major seventh grace (Final line, spoken with soft echo) “Wouldn’t it be nice... if I finally felt free?”