🐉From the 18th Floor 2

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✨Lyrics: Alleyg8er ✨
✨Music Arrangements: Alleyg8er ✨
✨Cover Graphics & Video: Alleyg8er ✨

( All Lyrics and Music Copyright © 2025 Alleyg8er)
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[Intro – (air, distant city, low harmonic drone)]
(spoken, almost thought)
From the 18th floor…
the world pretends to make sense.

[Movement I – Observation]
(soft vocal, intimate, minimal melody)
From the 18th floor
I watch the city hold its breath,
streets like veins of quiet light,
nothing asking me to decide.

I lean against the window sill,
as if it might answer back,
as if standing still
could be enough.

[Interlude A – (field sound: wings, faint wind)]
(spoken)
A pigeon lands beside me.
We do not explain ourselves.

[Movement II – Stillness & Disruption]
(melodic fragments, airy phrasing)
A pigeon lands beside me,
pecks at something I cannot see—
a white lily
learning how to stay.

Outside…
a kite.
This high up?

I follow the line with my eyes,
searching for the hands that hold it,
expecting gravity
to tell the truth.

(pause / instrumental swell)
What a strange hope.

[Movement III – Transition]
(music shifts, gentle pulse enters)
The window forgets its name,
becomes a door made of light.
I step through without choosing.

I am no longer inside.

[Movement IV – Ascent]
(floating vocal, reverb-heavy)
I stand in a hot air balloon,
the city releasing me slowly.
I turn back—
only glass remains,
no memory of why I was there.

Some conversations
do not follow us.

[Interlude B – (low drone, distant horn, water ambience)]
(spoken, fragmented)
Distance rearranges meaning.

[Movement V – Harbor / Time]
(melody returns, warmer but restrained)
From above, the harbor gathers itself,
yachts resting in borrowed stillness.
I see people moving on distant decks,
as if motion alone
could keep time alive.

One ship pulls away,
larger than the others,
carrying a name too heavy for water—

Prague Astronomical Clock.

[Movement VI – Drift]
(voices layered, almost choral but soft)
It sails without urgency,
without destination I can name.
Not toward a country…
but into time itself.

Above me, the kite still waits.
Below me, the harbor exhales.
Somewhere, the pigeon remembers the ground.

[Outro – (music thins, single sustained note)]
(spoken-sung, dissolving)
And I remain—
between floors and skies,
between clocks and lilies—

learning that meaning
is not something we arrive at,
but something that passes through
when we stop trying
to land.

(fade into air)

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✨Lyrics: Alleyg8er ✨ ✨Music Arrangements: Alleyg8er ✨ ✨Cover Graphics & Video: Alleyg8er ✨ ( All Lyrics and Music Copyright © 2025 Alleyg8er) ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ [Intro – (air, distant city, low harmonic drone)] (spoken, almost thought) From the 18th floor… the world pretends to make sense. [Movement I – Observation] (soft vocal, intimate, minimal melody) From the 18th floor I watch the city hold its breath, streets like veins of quiet light, nothing asking me to decide. I lean against the window sill, as if it might answer back, as if standing still could be enough. [Interlude A – (field sound: wings, faint wind)] (spoken) A pigeon lands beside me. We do not explain ourselves. [Movement II – Stillness & Disruption] (melodic fragments, airy phrasing) A pigeon lands beside me, pecks at something I cannot see— a white lily learning how to stay. Outside… a kite. This high up? I follow the line with my eyes, searching for the hands that hold it, expecting gravity to tell the truth. (pause / instrumental swell) What a strange hope. [Movement III – Transition] (music shifts, gentle pulse enters) The window forgets its name, becomes a door made of light. I step through without choosing. I am no longer inside. [Movement IV – Ascent] (floating vocal, reverb-heavy) I stand in a hot air balloon, the city releasing me slowly. I turn back— only glass remains, no memory of why I was there. Some conversations do not follow us. [Interlude B – (low drone, distant horn, water ambience)] (spoken, fragmented) Distance rearranges meaning. [Movement V – Harbor / Time] (melody returns, warmer but restrained) From above, the harbor gathers itself, yachts resting in borrowed stillness. I see people moving on distant decks, as if motion alone could keep time alive. One ship pulls away, larger than the others, carrying a name too heavy for water— Prague Astronomical Clock. [Movement VI – Drift] (voices layered, almost choral but soft) It sails without urgency, without destination I can name. Not toward a country… but into time itself. Above me, the kite still waits. Below me, the harbor exhales. Somewhere, the pigeon remembers the ground. [Outro – (music thins, single sustained note)] (spoken-sung, dissolving) And I remain— between floors and skies, between clocks and lilies— learning that meaning is not something we arrive at, but something that passes through when we stop trying to land. (fade into air)

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