The Great Gig

The Great Gig 

*Floating high, a feather’s flight,*  

*In the clouds, where dreams ignite.*  

*Voices whisper, soft and clear,*  

*Echoes linger, drawing near.*

*(gentle strumming, soft pauses)*

*The sun spills gold, the shadows play,*  

*While laughter dances, then drifts away.*  

*Moments flash, a spark, a sigh,*  

*Where time stands still, and we can fly.*

*(soft, ethereal sounds)*

**(Chorus)**  

*Up above the world so bright,*  

*In the silence of the night.*  

*With every breath, the stars align,*  

*In the great gig, it’s all divine.*

*(pause, gentle picking)*

*Clouds roll in like whispers sweet,*  

*A tapestry beneath my feet.*  

*Every heartbeat, a cosmic tune,*  

*As the night hums a lullaby to the moon.*

*(short pause, then build up)*

*In the chaos, find your way,*  

*Through the mist, where shadows sway.*  

*All that matters fades away,*  

*In the light of a brand-new day.*

**(Chorus)**  

*Up above the world so bright,*  

*In the silence of the night.*  

*With every breath, the stars align,*  

*In the great gig, it’s all divine.*

*(soft, fading outro)*

*So let it be, as it must go,*  

*In the great gig, we’re free to flow.*  

*With every sigh, a new refrain,*  

*In the sky, we’ll meet again.*

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