ENLIGHTENMENT IS OUT OF STOCK ✨️🕳🙃

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[VERSE 1 — deep baritone, swung boom-bap]
I had a revelation at a quarter past three,
In a supermarket aisle by the herbal tea.
There was a man in a suit with a plastic crown,
Said, "The secret to ascending is to settle right down."
Had a trolley full of clocks and a packet of peas,
Said, "The future's just the past with different keys."
I said, "What about purpose?" He said, "What about lunch?
You can't digest the cosmos if you swallow it at once."
Now I'm dancing with doubt in my dressing-gown,
With a map upside down and my feet on the ground.
Every guru got a coupon, every prophet got a brand,
Everybody selling freedom with a payment plan.
But the trees never charged me to sit in their shade,
And the sun never asked if my subscription was paid.
[Sample: cash register]
"Enlightenment is temporarily out of stock."
[Male, spoken] Fair enough. I'll take a walk.

[CHORUS — female lead, gentle male answers]
We are little sparks in a very strange dream,
Floating down the middle of an endless stream.
If the stars can shine with nothing to prove,
Maybe I can breathe, maybe I can move.
Oh, the world gets weird when you hold it too tight,
So open both your hands, let the dark meet the light.
We're not lost, we're not found, we're just learning to be,
A little more kind in the big mystery.

[VERSE 2 — rubber bass, toy percussion]
I met my own ego in a fluorescent bar,
He was signing autographs for a broken guitar.
I said, "You're a thought in a borrowed coat,
Just a nervous little captain on a paper boat."
He said, "How dare you?" Then he ordered a drink,
And spent forty-five minutes explaining how to think.
Said, "Most of what you fear is a film in your head,
And you keep buying tickets to the scenes you dread."
That hit like a bell through the cotton-wool haze,
Like a lighthouse blinking in a mirrored maze.
We put locks on tomorrow, build a fence round today,
Then complain that the magic has wandered away.
Not every ending is a cosmic defeat;
Sometimes grace is dancing with your socks on your feet.

[BREAK — tape rewind, fake radio advert]
"Searching for your authentic self?"
[static] "Have you checked behind the sofa?"
[Male, deadpan] No, actually.
[small squeak] "There you are."

[INSTRUMENTAL — psychedelic guitar, organ, strings]
[Female, breathy harmonies]
[Male, spoken]
There's tender wisdom in a chipped old cup,
Still holding what it can when the world shakes up.
When a stranger needs a place to stand,
Sometimes all you need is to offer a hand.

[SUBMERGED BREAKDOWN — underwater Rhodes, drums vanish]
[Sample: warped meditation cassette]
"Breathe in the extraordinary."
"Breathe out the need to explain it."
[Male, spoken]
Maybe the meaning of everything
Isn't a sentence we can finish.
Maybe it's the space we make
When somebody needs somewhere to stand.
[Female, almost alone]
If I am the ocean, you're a wave in me.
If you're a little broken, you're still part of the sea.
No one has the answers, no one owns the key.
But the door was never locked, and the air is free.

[BUILD — hand percussion, reverse keys, rising choir]
[Male, rhythmic]
One for the questions, two for the cracks,
Three for the courage to stop looking back.
Four for the laughter when plans fall through,
Five for the stranger who's a mirror of you.
Eight for the kindness no camera can see,
Nine for the joy of just letting things be.
[Sample, pitch rising]
"Congratulations. You have achieved..."
[one-beat silence]
"...nothing you need to defend."

[FINAL CHORUS — euphoric full band, female harmonies]
We are little sparks in a very strange dream,
Floating down the middle of an endless stream.
If the stars can shine with nothing to prove,
Maybe I can breathe, maybe I can move.
Oh, the world gets weird when you hold it too tight,
So open both your hands, let the dark meet the light.
We're not lost, we're not found, we're just learning to be,
A little more kind in the big mystery.
[Male counter-rap]
No throne, no crown, no sacred receipt,
Just a heart keeping time with the dust and the beat.
We are odd little miracles, clumsy and bright,
Making lamps out of laughter in the middle of night.

[OUTRO — surf returns, guitar dissolves]
[Female, whispers]
Let it go, let it glow.
There's more than you'll ever know.
[Male, close-mic]
I asked the universe for a sign.
It sent me a parking fine.
[Sample: chime] "Message received."
[vinyl runout]

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[INTRO — vinyl hiss, distant surf, tremolo guitar] [Sample: instructional voice] "Good evening. Your universe is experiencing itself." [click] "Please keep your receipt." [Male, close-mic] I woke up late for the beginning of time, Found a note from the cosmos: "You're doing fine." Then the kettle said, "Don't believe every sign." And the toaster burned a halo into rye. [Female, distant] Ooh, we're only passing through... Or maybe passing into you. [VERSE 1 — deep baritone, swung boom-bap] I had a revelation at a quarter past three, In a supermarket aisle by the herbal tea. There was a man in a suit with a plastic crown, Said, "The secret to ascending is to settle right down." Had a trolley full of clocks and a packet of peas, Said, "The future's just the past with different keys." I said, "What about purpose?" He said, "What about lunch? You can't digest the cosmos if you swallow it at once." Now I'm dancing with doubt in my dressing-gown, With a map upside down and my feet on the ground. Every guru got a coupon, every prophet got a brand, Everybody selling freedom with a payment plan. But the trees never charged me to sit in their shade, And the sun never asked if my subscription was paid. [Sample: cash register] "Enlightenment is temporarily out of stock." [Male, spoken] Fair enough. I'll take a walk. [CHORUS — female lead, gentle male answers] We are little sparks in a very strange dream, Floating down the middle of an endless stream. If the stars can shine with nothing to prove, Maybe I can breathe, maybe I can move. Oh, the world gets weird when you hold it too tight, So open both your hands, let the dark meet the light. We're not lost, we're not found, we're just learning to be, A little more kind in the big mystery. [VERSE 2 — rubber bass, toy percussion] I met my own ego in a fluorescent bar, He was signing autographs for a broken guitar. I said, "You're a thought in a borrowed coat, Just a nervous little captain on a paper boat." He said, "How dare you?" Then he ordered a drink, And spent forty-five minutes explaining how to think. Said, "Most of what you fear is a film in your head, And you keep buying tickets to the scenes you dread." That hit like a bell through the cotton-wool haze, Like a lighthouse blinking in a mirrored maze. We put locks on tomorrow, build a fence round today, Then complain that the magic has wandered away. Not every ending is a cosmic defeat; Sometimes grace is dancing with your socks on your feet. [BREAK — tape rewind, fake radio advert] "Searching for your authentic self?" [static] "Have you checked behind the sofa?" [Male, deadpan] No, actually. [small squeak] "There you are." [INSTRUMENTAL — psychedelic guitar, organ, strings] [Female, breathy harmonies] [Male, spoken] There's tender wisdom in a chipped old cup, Still holding what it can when the world shakes up. When a stranger needs a place to stand, Sometimes all you need is to offer a hand. [SUBMERGED BREAKDOWN — underwater Rhodes, drums vanish] [Sample: warped meditation cassette] "Breathe in the extraordinary." "Breathe out the need to explain it." [Male, spoken] Maybe the meaning of everything Isn't a sentence we can finish. Maybe it's the space we make When somebody needs somewhere to stand. [Female, almost alone] If I am the ocean, you're a wave in me. If you're a little broken, you're still part of the sea. No one has the answers, no one owns the key. But the door was never locked, and the air is free. [BUILD — hand percussion, reverse keys, rising choir] [Male, rhythmic] One for the questions, two for the cracks, Three for the courage to stop looking back. Four for the laughter when plans fall through, Five for the stranger who's a mirror of you. Eight for the kindness no camera can see, Nine for the joy of just letting things be. [Sample, pitch rising] "Congratulations. You have achieved..." [one-beat silence] "...nothing you need to defend." [FINAL CHORUS — euphoric full band, female harmonies] We are little sparks in a very strange dream, Floating down the middle of an endless stream. If the stars can shine with nothing to prove, Maybe I can breathe, maybe I can move. Oh, the world gets weird when you hold it too tight, So open both your hands, let the dark meet the light. We're not lost, we're not found, we're just learning to be, A little more kind in the big mystery. [Male counter-rap] No throne, no crown, no sacred receipt, Just a heart keeping time with the dust and the beat. We are odd little miracles, clumsy and bright, Making lamps out of laughter in the middle of night. [OUTRO — surf returns, guitar dissolves] [Female, whispers] Let it go, let it glow. There's more than you'll ever know. [Male, close-mic] I asked the universe for a sign. It sent me a parking fine. [Sample: chime] "Message received." [vinyl runout]

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