[Silence]
[brief ambient hush, low room tone, faint distant synth noise floor]
[Instrumental, Guitar, Piano, Organ, Synth, Bass, Percussion, Drums]
[gradual layered entrance, warm harmonic bed, slow pulse build, restrained groove]
[Intro]
[Instrumental Intro: Soft Pad Wash, Reversed Piano Swells, Muted Guitar Harmonics, Subtle Organ Drone, Low Sub-Bass Pulse, Light Click Percussion]
[Minimal Beat, Sub Bass, Spoken Vocal]
This is…
(Blissless)
This is…
[Refrain]
This is…
(Bliss?)
No! Ignorance
(Amiss)
[Instrumental, explosive guitar riff, thumping bass, percussion groove]
[Verse 1]
We name the shape of drifting air
And swear we saw it standing there
A feeling caught but never held
A truth half-born but never spelled
The mind leans hard on fragile ground
Where certainty is never found
Yet still we build what we believe
From echoes that we can’t retrieve
[Pre-Chorus]
Is it calm or just delay?
A thought that won’t quite go away?
A silence dressed in borrowed light
That fades before it feels quite right
[Chorus]
So what do we call it when it feels this light?
(When wrong feels wrong but it still feels right?)
A borrowed name for something wide
(We try to hold but slips aside)
Is it bliss or just the spin
(Of everything we’re living in?)
We name it fast so we can move along
(But the meaning feels half gone)
[Refrain]
This is…
(Bliss?)
No! Ignorance
(Amiss)
[Instrumental Break: Guitar Lead Motif, Organ Sustain, Rhythmic Piano Chords, Rising Synth Arpeggios, Deep Bass Pulse, Tight Drum Pattern]
[Verse 2]
We carve our truth yet don’t understand
With trembling voice and half-formed plan
An answer breaks before it’s whole
As certainty dissolves the soul
A language built to hold the frame
But little ever stays the same
We call it order, call it sense
But meaning lives in consequence
[Bridge]
Maybe bliss is just a pause
Between effect and cause
A breath that never knows its name
Before it slips back into flame
[Final Chorus]
So what do we call it when it feels this light?
(When wrong feels wrong but it still feels right?)
A fleeting state we can’t define
(A boundary without a line)
Is it bliss or just the spin
(Of everything we’re living in?)
We name it fast so we can move along
(But the meaning is gone)
[Refrain – Outro Variation]
This is…
(Bliss?)
No…
Amiss…
This is…
(Bliss?)
No…
Amiss…
[Outro]
[Instrumental Outro: Fading Organ Drone, Soft Guitar Harmonics, Slowing Sub Bass Pulse, Reverb-Drenched Piano, Ambient Synth Dissolve]
Ignorance (and arrogance)
A mess… (not bliss)
Blissless
From the album “This Is….“