Nevinor Joy — Puppet's Picnic | Sophisticated Jazz · Noir Soul

From the studio album "Useful Monsters" 🎧 STREAM & LOSSLESS MASTERS: Studio Master Vault (24-bit WAV / FLAC / MP3): https://www.nevinorjoy.com/product-categor... Central Hub & Streaming: https://www.nevinorjoy.com/hub/ 🏛 LICENSING & RIGHTS: Usage: Personal Listening License only. All rights reserved. Media, Film & Gamedev Sync: Pre-cleared master licensing via collab@nevinorjoy.com Full License Terms: https://www.nevinorjoy.com/licensing Produced and engineered by Nevinor Joy. Visual art & procedural canvas: Nevinor Joy. "Happiness is seeing the extraordinary in the ordinary!" 📜 LYRICS The table is draped in the silk of a thousand sighs, The wine is the salt from a captive's weeping eyes. We pass the platter of memories, warm and sweet, Pass the butter of souls... for the guests to eat. We don't remember the hunger, we don't remember the pain, We only remember the scent... of the Lady's rain. Oh, it's a puppet's picnic under a hollow moon, Eating our shadows with a heavy silver spoon. We're stitched together, thread by golden thread, The most elegant... of the living dead. (Careful, darling... don't let your seams show...) I used to have a kingdom, I used to have a face, Now I'm just the perfume... in this velvet space. She sews our hearts to her sleeves with a needle of ice, Every smile we wear... has a stolen price. Is this my hand? Is this your breath? Or is it just the rhythm... of a beautiful death? "More tea, Soulshadow?" "The Limper looks... exquisite tonight." "Don't look at the sky. There is no sky. Only the Lady." Oh, it's a puppet's picnic under a hollow moon, Eating our shadows with a heavy silver spoon. We're stitched together, thread by golden thread, The most elegant... of the living dead. "I have your voice now..." "And it tastes... like summer." #sophisticatedjazz #noirsoul #NevinorJoy