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Riverside Psychedelic Gospel Drones

Riverside Psychedelic Angelic Drift

A slow gospel drone carries the Riverside collection into an airy, psychedelic drift.

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I got a halo bent but holdin’,
a hymn for breathing slow,
a riverside accreditation
in watchin’ currents flow.

I got honours in the quiet hush,
a minor in "be still,"
a graduate degree in walkin’ home
by faith more than by will.

[Pre-Chorus]
They said, "You seem so calm somehow,"
I said, "That’s just the way I steer."
There’s a chapel in my ribcage,
and I light it when you’re near.

[Chorus]
Riverside psychedelic drift,
angel choirs hummin’ low,
banjo rings like distant wings
over water’s silver glow.
I don’t call it weakness,
I don’t call it fame,
just a little cosmic weather vane
that blesses every rain.

[Verse 2]
I can hear a change in river wind,
feel the shoreline lean in tight,
catch a sermon in the starlight
where the sky pours liquid light.

I can smile through revelation,
make a map of what I see,
turn a long night into lanterns
and a tremor into peace.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
There’s gravel in my pilgrim path,
there’s steel inside my feet,
there’s a soft hallelujah
in the spaces where I breathe.

[Chorus]
Riverside psychedelic drift,
angel choirs hummin’ low,
banjo rings like distant wings
over water’s silver glow.
I don’t call it weakness,
I don’t call it fame,
just a little cosmic weather vane
that blesses every rain.

[Bridge]
Don’t mistake these shaking hands
for not knowin’ what is true.
Some folks learn from Sunday words,
some from walkin’ through.

I’m not lookin’ for a halo
shinin’ brighter than my own,
I’m just tryin’ to teach this body
that this river feels like home.

[Final Chorus]
Riverside psychedelic drift,
still here, still takin’ notes,
mandolin like a warning light,
fiddle like a rope.
I don’t call it victory,
but I don’t call it shame,
just an angel-swept old river bend
that sings what never came.

[Outro]
Echoes and choirs and banjo rings,
one breath, then the next.
Riverside in stayin’ here,
with my boots still on the deck.

Production notes
Direction
Riverside Psychedelic Angelic Gospel Drift
Palette
Acoustic roots ensemble
Voices
Lead vocal with ensemble response
Shape
Organic, story-forward arrangement