To a Candlelit Wasteland

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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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You can scream your thoughts at nothing
Off a cliff into the wind
Bottled up inside your broken mind
And nothing changes, the wind just rages on

And if you worry about the distance
About the wildfires eating air
You can worry in your armchair
And nothing changes, the fires just rage on

You may save some rocks from drowning
Or save a turtle from smothered death
Pick up plastic along the shoreline
And nothing changes, the rest just rages on

Here in the peaks, so high above the ocean shore
It's just a window, that shows us all that's going away
Here we don't feel, we only see the food in our fridge
Here we are free, of everything that burns and drowns

Up in the sky, the world is just the same as ever
No fires here, just banks and business and roaring laughter
And up in the sky, we're all just chasing sunshine
Escape from the pain, I can't change it so I'm hiding away

Our hands are made of golden coins
Welded together with a law book's cover
For now they can pick up the cinders

And I want to pick up so much
Throw the bonfire in the ocean
But gold melds and my skin is so thin

Where are the big hands, I'm sure I've seen a few before
Catching the sunlight, don't they care about the future

There's chimney fields and chains of smog
Seas of plastic and glowing rivers
But sure I'll stop using straws

Two people stare in each other's eyes
Scared of their knives when the house is burning
Maybe that's where the big hands are

Why don't they look up, maybe the gold has reached their necks
We have nothing, we're moving on a candlelit wasteland

Don't you worry about all the soot
That clings to our withered lungs
Cause the fires die down eventually
And your hands can't burn away

Don't you see the shapes that everyone
Leaves when they fade away
Under rising tides and barren soil
Until all that's left is glass

And it glitters in the morning sun
And it lights the flaming grass
The horizon's grey and trembling
They're just waiting for your shards

And it won't be long until you fall
Cause the aircon's gathering the dust
Of everything that burnt to death
As you watched and sipped your tea

And sure you gave them the limelight to speak to you
But when you have money you don't need ears
And sure you don't miss the world that you destroyed
But I hope you have a plan

Cause the flames are growing strong
And the trees turn into dust
And it won't even be that long
Before all that's left is plastic and rust
Just plastic and rust

And the world is raging past us
And the cinders are ghosts and dreams
We all see it but no one stops it
Cause we're all just candles in the bonfire

And a flame goes up in smoke

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