## **“Carousel of the Cloud-Eaters”**
**[Spoken Intro – loose, dreamy]**
Spin the lantern, don’t let it land
There’s a staircase drawn in sand
Someone whispered, “not this way”
But the floor just floated anyway
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**[Section I – tumbling rhythm]**
Crack the sky like sugared glass
Let the silver lizards pass
Tiptoe through a velvet hive
Count the clocks that stay alive
Tripwire moonbeams start to sing
Buttons grow on everything
Paper horses gently shout
“Turn yourself and turn about”
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**[Break – sudden drop / minimal]**
hush now—
the ceiling’s breathing
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**[Section II – rising, chant-like]**
Up the spiral, down the well
Ring the softly melting bell
Feathered footsteps lose their sound
Circles square and squares go round
Hey now, carry what you can’t
Fold it in a sideways chant
Every maybe, every might
Glows a little in the night
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**[Hook – repeating, hypnotic but not a chorus]**
Roll me through the painted tide
Let the colours be my guide
Close the map and slip inside
There’s no edge on this ride
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**[Section III – playful / absurd imagery]**
Teacups chatter, spoons take flight
Dancing forks in boots too tight
Marble kings with jelly crowns
Trade their thrones for upside-downs
A laughing door without a wall
Opens wide but not at all
Candles drip in reverse rain
Lighting shadows just the same
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**[Bridge – stretched, dreamy drift]**
Was it me or was it you
Or the echo passing through
All the names we never said
Sleeping lightly in our head
Drift a while, don’t ask why
Watch the ground forget the sky
Every step a soft disguise
For the truth that never tries
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**[Hook – variation]**
Roll me through the painted tide
Let the colours be my guide
Tie the moment open wide
There’s no edge on this ride
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**[Section IV – rhythmic, almost marching but unstable]**
Tick-tock, the jelly clock bends
Forward falling never ends
One step left and two steps through
Every path divides in two
Lantern fish in treetop seas
Hum in tangled harmonies
Catch a thought and let it go
Watch it bloom and overflow
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**[Outro – dissolving / cyclical feel]**
Spin the lantern, let it fall
Wasn’t there a floor at all?
Someone laughs behind your name
Nothing leaves the way it came
Roll me through…
roll me through…
roll me through the painted tide…
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