Aura
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| Title |
| Aura |
| Uploaded on January 9, 2022 1.5005 million+ on YouTube |
| Singer |
| SOLARIA |
| Producer(s) |
| GHOST |
| Link(s) |
| Youtube |
Aura is an original English song of Synthesizer V that GHOST uploaded to YouTube on August 14, 2020. The song is sung by SOLARIA.
This song is the official audition song of the SOLARIA Synthesizer V AI sound library. It is based on the theme of Polish pagan mythology.
Song
Lyrics
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Barely printed, on the dot,
She wondered why the record stopped,
Flipping through the pages of a child’s eulogy
Surfacing beneath malaise,
A game of cards went on for days
Escalated fog disease,
They’ve fallen to their knees
Wait your turn, there’s something still inside
Out of thousands gathered, asking how and why
Caught and tamed the unexplained,
Formed a semblance of their normalcy
And took it to their graves
Watch, perhaps forgotten,
A girl preserved throughout the years,
Repainted in the prism past,
We’re holding hands at long last
Fortified by age-old condolences,
Drawings of the northern lights,
God, give us clearer skies!
Open-eyed, entangled in promises,
Furthering the questions asked,
Hands tied behind our backs,
Bared fangs behind a mask
Set reminders, sworn to pray
She swallowed whole another day
Taking in the world at play,
It's brighter than the sun
Reprimands sit in the brew
Behind the show, a better view
Aggravated fog disease,
Collapsing to their knees
Wait your turn, there’s something still inside
Out of thousands gathered, asking how and why
Who's to blame?
Is it mundane?
Maybe tangible by needlework?
They're desperate for a name!
Burned, a language unlearned,
The arbitrary colors of a variegated disarray
Fortified by age-old condolences,
Drawings of the northern lights,
God, give us clearer skies!
Open-eyed, entangled in promises,
Furthering the questions asked,
Hands tied behind our backs,
Bared fangs behind a mask
Tell me when the fog will subside
Please, tell me when the fog will subside
Poorly held together condolences
Drowning out the northern lights,
Pay more for old advice
Open-eyed, entangled in promises,
Buried under dying homes,
Hands tied in golden thorns
I'm defined by guesswork analogies
Documenting daily life,
Tell me I'll be alright
Open-eyed, entangled in absentees
Stories of a child's past,
Autopsied broken glass
My aura shines at last
