I.B.S. - The Wheel Still Turning

✧✦═══⊰ - ⊱═══ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☄︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ 𓇼 ✦ Interstellar Blues Syndicate✦ 𓇼 ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☄︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☄︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ 𓇼 ✦ The Wheel Still Turning✦ 𓇼 ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☄︎ ⋆⁺₊ © 2026 CC BY-NC 4.0 Darek Stargazer 🌐 [suno.com/@darek_stargazer] ✍️ Lyrics: Darek Stargazer Playlist: https://suno.com/playlist/d620008d-bf49-444b-babf-6438e2261a28 FULL VIDEO: https://youtu.be/eGS90MyQV5U?si=OsZl3mdC1VCHwoG3 ✧✦═══⊰ - ⊱═══ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧ 🎶 Wir haben eine Deutsche Community für Suno Artisten aufgebaut. 🎶 Wir sind die StorytellerZ und Du findest uns im Discord unter: 👉 https://discord.gg/storytellerz ✧✦═══⊰ - ⊱═══ ✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧✦ ✦✧✦ ═══⊰ - ⊱═══✦✧ "In the beginning... there was only the wheel." "Turning silently through voids where stars fear to burn." "A hand, weathered by forgotten suns, grips the rim." "Salt flats stretch endless under skies of rusted iron." "Rivers carve paths no throat will ever quench." "Yet the current... it pulls." "It always pulls." "Seeds lie dormant on stone hearts, dreaming of a thaw that time itself forgot." "One breath... holds the ascent of worlds." "Then falls." "Like rain on mirrors that reflect nothing." "Listen..." "The maps are folding." "The door narrows." "And the journey... begins." [Verse 1] A seasoned hand turns the wheel through salt flats under iron sky rivers bend where no one drinks yet the current pulls, it pulls on by Seeds scatter on frozen stone wait for a thaw that never speaks one breath holds the whole climb alone then drops like rain on empty peaks [Pre-Chorus] All the maps fold into one line leading out where edges start to blur stay the flowers if you can this time before the solid time runs thin and stirs [Chorus] Sudden cause cracks the quiet wide startled memory floods back in tide all in all the pull takes hold of you straight through the narrow door, pulls you through Through the narrow door... (Through the narrow door...) [Verse 2] Martins lift from cracked dry earth stand against the wind just for a breath then scatter like thrown dice across the wide unmarked field Just motion – a single thread through the roar hold it loose or it snaps and you're falling clean again [Pre-Chorus] In and around the turning lakes so deep shadows pool where light begins to forget a man conceived one quiet answer to keep then let the wind carry what was left [Chorus] Changed only for the sound of space agreed between the need and now we face the journey folds its own map in place leaves you standing at the source At the source... (At the source...) [Bridge] All complete in sight of seeds once more with nothing left to chase or implore just the slow return of breath and the wheel... the wheel still turning [Final Epic Chorus – Climax] [voller Chor, multi-layer Vocals, alles hoch, dann langsam fade] Through the narrow door we ride standing at the source inside the wheel still turning the sound of space... (The sound of space...)