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🎤 JAMES BONG - "Deep-SeaLantern" (Official Single)
The World's Best Singer is back to save your soul! 🎶
Experience Deep-Sea Lantern , the serene new single from the legendary James Bong.
This track is pure sonic bliss—a deep, calming wave of sounds designed to silence the chaos and give your mind the rest it craves. Let the world's greatest voice wash your stress away.
Your mission, should you choose to accept it: Press play and relax.
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​The waves of light are breaking, my skin is electric,
Cosmic bliss screams in my fingertips.
Where is that silk river, the map of your palm,
Upon which my soul sails through the dark?
The walls breathe indigo-blue dreams,
But they are empty, mere echoes.
I want to sink into that velvety depth,
Where time is just a blur, not an anchor.
Beneath all the bright color, white and swirling,
Is that space, that void, where you are not.
My nerve cells are like dried-up roots,
They seek the soil, its moist promise.
I remember that moment when the boundaries of us both
Dissolved, became one, one current,
Psychedelic, golden, infinite.
Now I am an island, isolated, beaten by waves.
The air tastes of metal, the yearning is a spiral,
It coils around my ribcage,
Tightens so only the stars crackle.
My heart is a lantern whose flame flickered
Too close to your sunset skin.
Now it burns, the beauty of the burning, and longs
For that cool shadow, the arch of your elbow,
Which was the world's safest hiding place.
The shimmering evening throws shadows on the floor,
They dance, but their rhythm is wrong,
Not that broken, crackling electricity,
That was born when our atoms collided.
I search for your contours through the fog,
I look at my hands—they are a stranger's,
They do not know how to be without your warmth.
They have turned to glass, transparent,
And through them, only empty space is visible.
I am like a jellyfish, gel and light,
Drifting in the ocean without direction,
And every wave is a memory of your hair.
Come back, paint me anew,
Your touch is the only true pigment.
This all-pervading brightness is too much,
Without your shadow, without your softness.
Let me melt back into that primal chaos,
Where your touch was the law of the universe.
Let me be that fragile, crazy child again,
Who saw the world only through your skin.
Your touch was a space station,
From which I launched my soul into the cosmos.
Now I am here, floating, breathless,
And I only yearn for that docking,
That electric, silent encounter.
This void is crystalline, cold, too perfect.
It is too ordered, without your chaos.