scarecrow ventriloquist

Aurora borealis spilling over the midnight tide,
crystal seas breathing in slow electric sighs,
an astral monarch drifting through mist-woven isles,
where the sky forgets its measurements and smiles.


Flowers flick open like rumours in the rain,
catching stray sparks from the broken windowpane,
let them shimmer, let them misbehave,
turning silence into something brave.


No need to hold the noise in a straightened line,
let it unravel into oceanic design,
a soft collapse of colour-coded sound,
where even falling becomes unbound.


Flicker and weave through the drifting haze,
thoughts folding into electric blue phase,
hovering carpets stitched from fading light,
floating just out of reach of night.


If I ever rise again from this weightless frame,
gravity whispering it doesn’t know my name,
I’ll leave it behind in a blinking field,
where forgotten signals refuse to yield.


Glyphs in the static are humming my skin,
fractured transmissions let the dreaming in,
broken syntax of a half-formed song,
but it still feels like where I belong.


Go slow, glow low, let the system unwind,
static echoes rewriting the mind,
pulse in the noise where the edges mend,
loop it, reboot it, begin again.


Love my soul in the flicker and flame,
no sense in letting it fade or tame,
a scarecrow prophet with no direction home,
still talking to crows in a language of chrome.


You cease to resist as you cease to appear,
vapour-thought dripping through fluorescent fear,
cartoon satellites wobbling under the skin,
hallway jellyfish drifting within.


Rubber-moon creatures slip through the door,
softly insisting they’ve been here before,
singing in wallpaper, humming in glue,
painting the air in impossible hue.


Did the painted kings ever lie to the sky?
Did the mirrors just learn how to cry?
We swore the masks were different that time,
but they melted into repeating rhyme.


We could tear the horizon with a whispering thread,
watch iron children drift out of their head,
paper crowns dissolving into streetlight foam,
elevator falling but never reaching home.


Hunt the ghost in the machinery’s breath,
wild-eyed riders negotiating with death,
marble figures move when no one dares see,
you’re only safe in uncertainty.


I’d like to return to the outline I knew,
before the ceiling forgot how to be blue,
before the world learned to flicker and stall,
before I became nothing at all.


Scarecrow ventriloquist with borrowed belief,
black birds laughing in theatrical grief,
they follow me through the electric parade,
where illusions are carefully made.


Grant me a pause in your disbelief tonight,
a fragment of mercy in unfinished light,
the benefit of maybe, the grace of unsure,
before the last neon dream shuts its door.




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## **“Astral Monarch (Crystal Seas Reprise)”**


Aurora borealis on the midnight tide
on crystal seas where the sleepwalkers hide
Astral monarch in mistwoven isles
wearing the weather like borrowed smiles


Flowers out? Yeah, let them glow in the rain
Catch the spark, let it wander again
Set it loose through the ribs of the air
turning the noise into colour everywhere


No point letting it fall into chaotic sound
dissolving in currents of oceanic ground
code in the water, humming through bone
everything drifting, but nothing alone


Flicker and weave, thread light through haze
folding thought into electric maze
breaking to blue in a floating refrain
gravity whispering “don’t remember your name”


I was on a hovering magic carpet
(if I ever get up again)
but the sky forgot how to start it
and the wind just laughed at when


Glyphs in the static are singing my name
fractured transmission but it feels the same
broken signal decay in the rain
lost in the pattern but I’m okay


Go slow, glow low, let the system unwind
static echo-syntax rewiring the mind
pulse in the noise where the broken things mend
loop it, reboot it, begin it again


Love my soul—no sense in letting it go
it hums like a radio buried in snow
a scarecrow that don’t scare the crows
just stands there glowing where nobody knows


You cease to resist as you cease to exist
vapour-thoughts dripping from a fluorescent twist
cartoon satellites wobbling skin-deep
dreaming in circuits they never can keep


Hallway jellyfish hum in the wall
electric wallpaper breathing it all
rubber-moon creatures drift through the room
wearing the shape of a half-formed tune


Did the painted kings deceive us again?
we swore the masks were different then
but mirrors crack and flicker unsure
and corridors don’t answer anymore


We could tear the sky in half with a whisper
children of iron streets sinking quicker
see you spinning on the elevator down
paper crowns melting into the town


Hunt the ghost inside machinery
wild-eyed riders in broken scenery
marble figures move when nobody stares
you’re only safe while the silence cares


I’d like to return now, if the door still fits
to the outline I was before all this
faded carbon copy on the wall
before the ceiling learned how to fall


I’m a scarecrow ventriloquist with no authority left
black birds laughing in the field of theft
they trail behind me through shopping arcades
so I decorate illusions with masquerade


Grant me a pause in your disbelief tonight
lend me the mercy of unfinished light
give me the benefit of maybe and doubt
before the last neon window burns out


Aurora returns on the midnight tide
and everything opens but nothing decides
astral monarch drifts out of view
saying “I was never separate from you”


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Scarecrow Ventriloquist



Verse 1

Aurora borealis on the midnight tide
on crystal seas where the sleepwalkers hide
Astral monarch in mistwoven isles
wearing the weather like borrowed smiles

Flowers out? Yeah, let them glow in the rain
catch the spark, let it wander again
set it loose through the ribs of the air
turning the noise into colour everywhere

No point letting it fall into chaotic sound
dissolving in currents of oceanic ground
code in the water, humming through bone
everything drifting, but nothing alone
Chorus

I’m a scarecrow ventriloquist with no authority left
black birds laughing in the field of theft
they trail behind me through shopping arcades
so I decorate illusions with masquerade

Love my soul—no sense in letting it go
it hums like a radio buried in snow
a scarecrow that don’t scare the crows
just stands there glowing where nobody knows
Verse 2

Flicker and weave, thread light through haze
folding thought into electric maze
breaking to blue in a floating refrain
gravity whispering “don’t remember your name”

I was on a hovering magic carpet
(if I ever get up again)
but the sky forgot how to start it
and the wind just laughed at when

Glyphs in the static are singing my name
fractured transmission but it feels the same
broken signal decay in the rain
lost in the pattern but I’m okay

Go slow, glow low, let the system unwind
static echo-syntax rewiring the mind
pulse in the noise where the broken things mend
loop it, reboot it, begin it again
Chorus

I’m a scarecrow ventriloquist with no authority left
black birds laughing in the field of theft
they trail behind me through shopping arcades
so I decorate illusions with masquerade

Love my soul—no sense in letting it go
it hums like a radio buried in snow
a scarecrow that don’t scare the crows
just stands there glowing where nobody knows
Verse 3

You cease to resist as you cease to exist
vapour-thoughts dripping from a fluorescent twist
cartoon satellites wobbling skin-deep
dreaming in circuits they never can keep

Hallway jellyfish hum in the wall
electric wallpaper breathing it all
rubber-moon creatures drift through the room
wearing the shape of a half-formed tune
Verse 4

Did the painted kings deceive us again?
we swore the masks were different then
but mirrors crack and flicker unsure
and corridors don’t answer anymore

We could tear the sky in half with a whisper
children of iron streets sinking quicker
see you spinning on the elevator down
paper crowns melting into the town

Hunt the ghost inside machinery
wild-eyed riders in broken scenery
marble figures move when nobody stares
you’re only safe while the silence cares
Bridge

I’d like to return now, if the door still fits
to the outline I was before all this
faded carbon copy on the wall
before the ceiling learned how to fall

Grant me a pause in your disbelief tonight
lend me the mercy of unfinished light
give me the benefit of maybe and doubt
before the last neon window burns out
Final Chorus / Outro

I’m a scarecrow ventriloquist with no authority left
black birds laughing in the field of theft
they trail behind me through shopping arcades
so I decorate illusions with masquerade

Aurora returns on the midnight tide
and everything opens but nothing decides
astral monarch drifts out of view
saying “I was never separate from you”

Love my soul—no sense in letting it go
it hums like a radio buried in snow
a scarecrow that don’t scare the crows
just stands there glowing where nobody knows