Write dreamy, surreal English female vocal psychedelic pop lyrics at 102 BPM, E major, soft major-seventh lilt. Core instrumentation: warbly RMI electric piano (in place of Farfisa organ), jangly Rickenbacker electric guitar, tape-loop Mellotron flute swirls, spring-reverb bouncy bass, slow-flange vocal delays, honey-thick three-part female harmonies. Emotional tone is giddy, soft-edged nostalgic and gently uncanny, capturing a half-remembered summer boardwalk childhood daydream: blinking neon cotton candy signs, tilt-a-whirl vertigo, melted lollipop sticky on fingertips, old polaroid edges curling in sunlight, quiet wonder at how old memories warp and glow like iridescent soap bubbles held up to golden hour light. Keep phrasing lilting, conversational, soft-edged with playful surreal asides.
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[Intro] [Verse] The RMI is spinning slow Pink clouds on a paper cone Did the ocean always glow? Or is the salt just coming home? Neon signs blink twice Melting cubes of lemon ice Everything is twice as nice When you pay the sugar price [Pre-Chorus] A lilt in the air Candy floss in my hair Don't you see the colors bleed? This is all the light we need [Chorus] Golden hour soap bubble dreams Nothing's ever what it seems Floating on a Mellotron breeze Over the velvet seas We’re spinning, spinning Just beginning [Post-Chorus] (Ooh, ooh, ooh) (Aah, aah, aah) Softly we go In the afterglow [Verse] Jangle of the twelve-string ghost Butter on the morning toast Polaroid is curling white Captured in the magic light Sticky fingers, purple stains Summer running through our veins Tilt-a-whirl is calling names Playing all the carnival games [Pre-Chorus] Shadows on the sand Take me by the hand Hear the flanger in the sky As the wooden horses fly [Chorus] Golden hour soap bubble dreams Nothing's ever what it seems Floating on a Mellotron breeze Over the velvet seas We’re spinning, spinning Just beginning [Bridge] Up is down and left is right Hold the railing very tight Is it then or is it now? Wipe the glitter from your brow Vertigo is just a kiss Falling in a blue abyss [Verse] The boardwalk stretches miles away Into a violet yesterday Why is the sun still standing still? Behind the shadow of the hill Soap bubbles pop with silver chime We’re running out of borrowed time But the lilt is sweet and prime In this Technicolor mime [Chorus] Golden hour soap bubble dreams Nothing's ever what it seems Floating on a Mellotron breeze Over the velvet seas We’re spinning, spinning Just beginning [Post-Chorus] (Ooh, ooh, ooh) (Aah, aah, aah) Softly we go In the afterglow [Outro]
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