Upstairs Neighbours & Butterflies

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Smokestack Faerie

Smokestack Faerie is a musical artist known for their unique blend of folk, rock, and psychedelic sounds. They are known for their emotive and dreamy songwriting, accompanied by haunting vocals and intricate instrumentations. Their music often explores themes of nature, spirituality, and personal experience. more »

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Snow covers the footsteps and no one's passed by
Hands on the windows but everything's dark
Upstairs neighbours and butterflies all whirl around my head
But I don't know what to do about that

Shady panes hide stories told among clouds of breath
Furniture that shattered when no one looked in
In the street the echoes of the cars only speak
Of pasts that we can't recollect

I have dreams, they're growing up
And they call, to the wilderness
I see light, from all tunnels
And I run, step by step they're
Growing longer, and they sing
I don't always hear, and it's muddled
And it blinds, fills my mind
With the buzz, of so many wild ideas

There's the shape that clouds make on a polar night
There's the rain that blankets all the cars
It's in the voices and visions that blur in my mind
And there's something new

There's the city that's burning bright this mountain night
There's the forest that passes on the gift of birds
It's in the eyes and minds of the people I talk with
There's always a spark

That falls in line, captured in ink
Pushed far past its life
Flickering monitors, feeding the surge
Braving unbroken land
The fire roars

It's a voice, from the night
From the street, cold and empty now
And it sings, wordless ache
Looming steps, of another adventure
I see all, that I want
But it still calls, and I listen
And it blinds, fills my mind
With the buzz, of so many wild ideas

Look for a clearing not for a hidden temple
That's what someone at the bus stop said
You can build your life as long as you find the space to build
It's a ghost that visits me on the bus

We're loving lives
Fading fast
Pacing back and forth
We're less than good
Drifting souls
On the hunt for being better
Than we were
But I can't tell
How long the path will stretch to the sky
But we're going on
Going on
Filled with fears and hopes
Filled with smiles
Others' eyes
Thoughts that won't let go
That won't let go
That grow and grow
Something flows
The ghosts of pens

The heart of mist
The ghost of dusk
The fear of shops
The hammer of having to cut onions
It's the wilds to each side of my mind
Along the winding path
Careful not to fall down and never get up
But as the storm is growing
And around me ghosts start signing
Where empty dreams keep changing
Inside me

I hear them all, no longer faint
Endless ideas, just out of reach
And the buzz, starts to grow
But I know, that it's broken by

Upstairs neighbours and butterflies
Bursts of light in my world
Snowy trails and shaded panes
Lead me away

And I don't know what to do about that
I don't want to do anything about that
And I don't know what to do about that
And I don't know what to do about that

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