Wednesday, 20 November 2024

Marmalade Mirage







Marmalade Mirage**


**Verse 1**  

Drifting on a velvet streetcar,  

Pockets full of tangerine,  

The clouds are all made of whispering glass,  

And the stars don’t know where they’ve been.  

I sailed on the back of a silver dream,  

Beneath the moon that *sings* unseen,  

Bicycle wheels of thought unspinning,  

As time begins to lose its meaning.  


**Chorus**  

Marmalade mirage in the morning glow,  

Glimmers of reason in the afterflow.  

Candy-striped clouds and crystal rivers run,  

The light bends softly but never comes undone.  

Marmalade mirage, a shiver on the breeze,  

A thousand mirrors locked inside the trees.  


**Verse 2**  

In a car made of fractured glass,  

I race through skies that stretch and bend,  

Plucking memories from candy aisles,  

Sailing on wings that never end.  

Allen Ginsberg chants through the windswept space,  

Tying verses to a feathered chase,  

Balloons are floating in the rearview’s gleam,  

Waving to the shadows in a liquid stream..  


**Chorus**  

Marmalade mirage in the morning glow,  

Glimmers of reason in the afterflow.  

Candy-striped clouds and crystal rivers run,  

The light bends softly but never comes undone.  

Marmalade mirage, a shiver on the breeze,  

A thousand mirrors locked inside the trees.  


**Bridge**  

Aeroplanes with starlight wings,  

Carry the breath of forgotten kings,  

Paper cranes in polished jars,  

Dancing with the light of a thousand scars.  

Glimpse of gold behind the amber door,  

A bell that rings but rings no more,  

Maps are drawn with sugar sand,  

A steady pulse beneath the hand.  


**Chorus**  

Marmalade mirage in the morning glow,  

Glimmers of reason in the afterflow.  

Candy-striped clouds and crystal rivers run,  

The light bends softly but never comes undone.  

Marmalade mirage, a shiver on the breeze,  

A thousand mirrors locked inside the trees.  


**Outro**  

A tangerine in my pocket, ripe and sweet,  

I walk through the silence with no feet,  

All things blend in endless rhyme,  

The marmalade mirage is lost in time.


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