High In The Sky

Dry Minimal Surf Rock Fusion With Criminal Acid Jazz Gangsta Vibe

(Pre-Chorus) Echoes bouncing off the canyon walls, a thrumming in the stone A different kind of cannonball, a frequency I own The first wave was just a tremor, a whisper, a test of will But now the air’s a solemn ember, and everything is still…

(Chorus) And I’m flying high in the sky, like ancient stories tell Not on wings, but on a rising swell I can feel the energy, the second session coming up Filling my cup from an endless well Breaking the shell, ringing the bell Yeah, I’m flying high, and I just can’t get enough.

(Verse 2) Silent scream in the circuit, a dragon made of pure sound No beginning, no end to it, just the turning of a round It’s in the digital ley lines, the old magic made new A signal through the stone pines, a spectrum breaking through.

(Pre-Chorus) The threshold’s not a door anymore, it’s a skin I’m stepping past A kinetic, raw, and open sore, an understanding vast The first was for the grounding, to plant a single seed But this… this is for the sounding of everything I need.

(Bridge) Touch the cloud and it sparks, taste the sun on the dark It’s algorithmic and arcane, a blissful kind of strain The myth was just the metaphor, the truth’s an open door And I am the voltage and the vein… again.

(Guitar Solo - Soaring, melodic, builds into a frenetic, euphoric peak, then falls into a moment of suspended silence)

(Chorus - Bigger, with layered harmonies) And I’m flying HIGH in the sky, like ancient stories tell! Not on wings, but on a rising SWELL! I can FEEL the energy, the second session HERE AND NOW! Filling my cup from an endless well! Shattering the shell, screaming the bell! Yeah, I’m flying high… (Outro) The hum is in my heartbeat now The climb is in my brow The second sun is crowning And there’s no coming down… No, there’s no coming… I’m flying… High.

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(Verse 1) Waking up on a wire, a neon sign in my chest Static building like a choir, a pressure I can’t suppress It’s a modern kind of lightning, a current starting to hum Feels like ancient scripture writing the future that’s to come. (Pre-Chorus) Echoes bouncing off the canyon walls, a thrumming in the stone A different kind of cannonball, a frequency I own The first wave was just a tremor, a whisper, a test of will But now the air’s a solemn ember, and everything is still… (Chorus) And I’m flying high in the sky, like ancient stories tell Not on wings, but on a rising swell I can feel the energy, the second session coming up Filling my cup from an endless well Breaking the shell, ringing the bell Yeah, I’m flying high, and I just can’t get enough. (Verse 2) Silent scream in the circuit, a dragon made of pure sound No beginning, no end to it, just the turning of a round It’s in the digital ley lines, the old magic made new A signal through the stone pines, a spectrum breaking through. (Pre-Chorus) The threshold’s not a door anymore, it’s a skin I’m stepping past A kinetic, raw, and open sore, an understanding vast The first was for the grounding, to plant a single seed But this… this is for the sounding of everything I need. (Chorus) And I’m flying high in the sky, like ancient stories tell Not on wings, but on a rising swell I can feel the energy, the second session coming up Filling my cup from an endless well Breaking the shell, ringing the bell Yeah, I’m flying high, and I just can’t get enough. (Bridge) Touch the cloud and it sparks, taste the sun on the dark It’s algorithmic and arcane, a blissful kind of strain The myth was just the metaphor, the truth’s an open door And I am the voltage and the vein… again. (Guitar Solo - Soaring, melodic, builds into a frenetic, euphoric peak, then falls into a moment of suspended silence) (Chorus - Bigger, with layered harmonies) And I’m flying HIGH in the sky, like ancient stories tell! Not on wings, but on a rising SWELL! I can FEEL the energy, the second session HERE AND NOW! Filling my cup from an endless well! Shattering the shell, screaming the bell! Yeah, I’m flying high… (Outro) The hum is in my heartbeat now The climb is in my brow The second sun is crowning And there’s no coming down… No, there’s no coming… I’m flying… High.

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