Neck Beyond the Nebula
Ethereal space-pop with New Age pads, shimmering arps, and DJ-style filter sweeps; steady mid-tempo groove under floating female harmonies, choruses widen with lush strings and distant choir, verses stay intimate with soft plucks and subtle risers, final hook rides a spacious breakdown into a starry fade, soundtrack, new age
Neck Beyond the Nebula
Ethereal space-pop with New Age pads, shimmering arps, and DJ-style filter sweeps; steady mid-tempo groove under floating female harmonies, choruses widen with lush strings and distant choir, verses stay intimate with soft plucks and subtle risers, final hook rides a spacious breakdown into a starry fade, soundtrack, new age
Lyrics
Verse 1
Long grass
Warm sun
He sleeps by the old acacia
Dust on his lashes
Slow breath
Slow afternoon
Then a pull
Then a stretch
Like someone tugging skyward
Spots blur into amber streaks
Clouds slide past his eyes
Chorus
My neck leaves the world behind
Feet in the dirt
Heart in the tide
Of galaxies rolling
Rolling wide
I’m taller than the dawn this time
Head in the hush of the great unknown
Body still standing at home
This is a giraffe’s dream
Drifting high
Neck beyond the nebula tonight
Verse 2
He slips through a ring of ice
Saturn like a jeweled bracelet
Moons spin lazy circles
He blinks
They wink back
Past a red storm
Past blue glass
Planets like marbles in a jar
He tastes cold starlight on his tongue
Hears oceans that live in the dark
Chorus
My neck leaves the world behind
Feet in the dirt
Heart in the tide
Of galaxies rolling
Rolling wide
I’m taller than the dawn this time
Head in the hush of the great unknown
Body still standing at home
This is a giraffe’s dream
Drifting high
Neck beyond the nebula tonight
Bridge
He peers through a field of silver
Flowers growing in empty space
Comets curl like painted ribbons
Around his gentle face
“Can I stay?” he asks the quiet
Silence answers
Soft and kind
Star-dust settles on his lashes
Time forgets to count the time
Chorus
My neck leaves the world behind
Feet in the dirt
Heart in the tide
Of galaxies rolling
Rolling wide
I’m taller than the dawn this time
Head in the hush of the great unknown
Body still standing at home
This is a giraffe’s dream
Drifting high
Neck beyond the nebula tonight