✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ 🦋Lyrics: BlueWhale 🩵Music Arrangements: BlueWhale 🕊️Cover Art: Fabio Zanchetta 📘Cover Video: Alleyg8er All Lyrics & Music Copyright © 2026 BlueWhale All Rights Reserved ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ [“Remote, yet real” should feel mysterious and awakening. “Singing a name” is the emotional destination: intimate, sacred, unforgettable, mysterious, almost whispered but fully sung. Warm organic recording, soft consonants, no harsh transients, clipping or digital artifacts. End in luminous suspension with a gentle instrumental fade.] ———————————————————— [Instrumental Intro — 8 sec: intimate felt piano, delicate ascending 4-note motif; a low warm cello harmonic underneath, faint breath-like wind texture] [Verse I — close-mic mature female low alto-mezzo/contralto; smoky, slightly grainy, weathered, deeply human; almost emerging from darkness; very soft delivery with natural rests] It’s late September With a comfortable breeze She finally woke up from a nightmare Her broken wings feel less pain She looked at the sky Wanted to fly [Instrumental Breath — 5 sec: felt piano motif returns; cello quietly answers, warmer than before] [Verse II — same intimate voice, gradually more awake and luminous; never dramatic] The once pure blue sky Now has a special orange hint Was it her eyes Or her dream? [Instrumental Interlude — 7 sec: fingerpicked acoustic guitar joins; cello carries a gentle ascending variation of the flight motif] [Verse III — emotional release; vocal becomes lighter, as though something has finally been released] The ache she felt Now released into the wind A thousand and one tiny dandelion umbrellas Floating [Arrangement opens subtly — warm bass and very restrained brushed/frame percussion; no cinematic swell] [Verse IV — quiet awakening and wonder; close-mic vocal remains present, but gains freedom and air] A flock of snow geese flew by Shall she join them? She heard the calling Remote, yet real [Instrumental Flight — 8 sec: cello and felt piano ascend together; extremely subtle ney-like breath texture; the recurring motif now feels like wings gaining strength] [Final Verse — luminous, intimate, quietly transcendent; never belted; vocal carries the memory of everything before it] She flapped her wings Soon she’s in midair Wind is her friend Clouds are her scarf She felt her heart pounding Singing a name [Outro — 14 sec: voice leaves a soft sustained breath/hum; felt piano returns to the incomplete ascending motif; cello becomes warm and weightless; faint wind remains; slow natural fade, no abrupt ending]
