Double Double Vision v2 (Portastudio Mix) (Suno Exclusive)

[Intro] [The sound of a "vibrato" guitar crying out over a deep, pulsing bass. The drums are slow and cavernous, drenched in echo.] [Verse 1] The desert floor is dressed in velvet tonight Bleached ribs of timber under pale moonlight The dunes are shifting like a silk-spun sheet Luring the salt from the soles of my feet I saw the swans on a stagnant sea Dripping in grace and misery But the water is a mirror with a heavy hand Turning the birds into giants in the sand. [Pre-Chorus] The thorns are humming a lullaby A beautiful trap for a wandering eye Don’t be afraid of the needle’s kiss There’s a comfort in the coldness of a world like this. [Chorus] It’s just double vision in a house of glass Watching the swans and the elephants pass The silk is a cactus, the cactus is soft Holding the weight of the ego aloft Touch the surface and watch it all blur I’m never quite sure of the things that we were It’s a dangerous bloom, it’s a desirable lie Beneath the reflection, the reality died. [Solo] [Verse 2] The plant is a poet with a stinging tongue Whispering praises to the weak and the young I’m wrapped in the fiber of a soft-to-touch spine Drinking the venom like a vintage wine The trees are the legs of a beast on the move Caught in the trap of a visual groove We’re walking on water that’s thicker than lead Forgetting the things that the ancestors said. [Pre-Chorus] The thorns are humming a lullaby A beautiful trap for a wandering eye Don’t be afraid of the needle’s kiss There’s a comfort in the coldness of a world like this. [Chorus] It’s just double vision in a house of glass Watching the swans and the elephants pass The silk is a cactus, the cactus is soft Holding the weight of the ego aloft Touch the surface and watch it all blur I’m never quite sure of the things that we were It’s a dangerous bloom, it’s a desirable lie Beneath the reflection, the reality died. [Solo] [Bridge] [The guitars swell into a massive "wall of sound." The wah-wah effect becomes more frantic and distorted.] Nothing is solid, nothing is real Just a phantom limb and a sensory feel The swan is a trunk! The desert is deep! The promises made are the promises we keep In a world made of fabric and flickering light Where the beautiful things are the ones that will bite! [Guitar Solo] [A soaring, melodic solo drenched in reverb and "wah," echoing the feeling of an elephant's trumpeting call distorted through water.] [Chorus] It’s just double vision in a house of glass Watching the swans and the elephants pass The silk is a cactus, the cactus is soft Holding the weight of the ego aloft Touch the surface and watch it all blur I’m never quite sure of the things that we were It’s a dangerous bloom, it’s a desirable lie Beneath the reflection, the reality died. [synth Solo with tape delay - long extended ambient Solo] [Outro] [End]