Harry's Song
genre: "Indie Folk, Acoustic Pop, 85 BPM," instruments: "Fingerstyle Acoustic Guitar, Open D Tuning, Cello, Male Vocals," style tags: "D Major, A Mixolydian, Modal Interchange, Harmonics, Intimate, Melancholic, Resonant, Flattened 7th Feel, Warm."
Harry's Song
genre: "Indie Folk, Acoustic Pop, 85 BPM," instruments: "Fingerstyle Acoustic Guitar, Open D Tuning, Cello, Male Vocals," style tags: "D Major, A Mixolydian, Modal Interchange, Harmonics, Intimate, Melancholic, Resonant, Flattened 7th Feel, Warm."
Lyrics
Intro
Verse 1
You found a postcard in your pocket from a place you’ve never been
With a sky the shade of velvet and a sun that’s painted thin
They told you, "Boy, just sign the line and we’ll take you to the coast"
But the garden’s made of wire and you’re living like a ghost
You’re picking plastic daisies just to see if they can bloom
While the suit in the corner starts to measure out the room
Pre-Chorus
And the honey tastes like copper
And your birds are made of tin
You open up the gates now
To let the heavy weather in
Chorus
Oh, it’s a beautiful cage in your Garden of Eroda
Sweet lime sugar and a bitter-tasting soda
They polished up your edges 'til you started disappearing
Now you’re singing to a crowd that you’re not even sure is hearing
You say it’s GOLDEN...
But it’s heavy to hold.
Verse 2
Now you’re dressed in vintage satin, sitting on a marble floor
While they’re changing out the locks on every single exit door
"Keep the narrative consistent," says the man behind the glass
While he’s trimming back your memories and mowing down the grass
You’re a curated sunset, you’re a high-definition lie
Just a bird in a gallery who forgot how to fly
Pre-Chorus
And the honey tastes like copper
And your birds are made of tin
You open up the gates now
To let the heavy weather in
Chorus
Oh, it’s a beautiful cage in your Garden of Eroda
Sweet lime sugar and a bitter-tasting soda
They polished up your edges 'til you started disappearing
Now you’re singing to a crowd that you’re not even sure is hearing
You say it’s GOLDEN...
But it’s heavy to hold.
Bridge
Were you a person or a project?
Were you a boy or just a "build"?
The silence in your greenhouse
Is the only thing that’s filled
BREAK THE GLASS.
Let the salt air in.
You're more than just the skin you're in.
Instrumental Break
Chorus
Oh, it’s a beautiful cage in your Garden of Eroda
Sweet lime sugar and a bitter-tasting soda
They polished up your edges 'til you started disappearing
Now you’re singing to a crowd that you’re not even sure is hearing
You say it’s GOLDEN...
But it’s heavy to hold.
Outro
Just a boy in a bakery...
Lost in the machinery...
End