Lanterns Beneath the Hill V2

[Intro – whispered harmonics drifting in loops] “Fan liom...” “Fan liom...” (stay with me...) (low pulse begins like a distant heartbeat beneath fog) [Verse I – soprano lead] Lanterns beneath the hill tonight moving slow through cedar rain Faces glowing amber gold circling old forgotten names Down where the river folds the mist into silver breathing light Someone hums the ancient line over and over through the night [Looping Refrain] “Éirigh liom...” “Éirigh liom...” (rise with me...) [Verse II – tenor + alto harmony] Electric wires through standing stones humming softly with the tide Old songs learning newer currents without leaving roots behind Every step repeats the last every drum returns again Till the rhythm pulls the body loose from ordinary thinking [Hypnotic Chorus] Round and round the lantern glow breath and pulse and undertow Ancient voices through the wires turning circles in the fog Round and round the shoreline bends no beginning, no true end Only waves inside the dark carrying us farther in [Instrumental Trance Passage] (electric harp loops repeat and slowly mutate / bodhrán pulse deepens / electric wind enters like impossible bagpipes / whispered harmonies pan across stereo field / sub bass rises like distant surf) [Verse III – whispered ensemble] Somewhere underneath the city underneath the passing years The old harmonic language lingers waiting patiently to reappear In train tunnels, neon windows apartment candles, harbor rain Tiny rituals still surviving hidden underneath the noise [Low Refrain – mantra-like repetition] “Fan liom...” “Éirigh liom...” “Fan liom...” “Éirigh liom...” [Bridge – widening harmonic bloom] The hill remembers every footstep every prayer beneath the storm Every generation leaves an echo humming softly in the ground And if we dance the circle long enough perhaps the veil grows thin Till memory and dreaming overlap and the old world breathes again [Final Chorus – enormous layered trance harmonies] Round and round the lantern glow tide beneath the body slow Ancient sorrow, modern light woven gently through the night Round and round the pulse returns every century still burns In the voices carried forward through the fog and through the wires (song continues looping naturally into fading harmonics and distant electric wind drones)