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New Release by Lyndon – unwritten morning A stream of unfinished notes, forgotten pages, and the music hidden in everyday silence. “Turn the wrinkled morning page, find the space to start again. Every trembling fingertip shows the world it’s born to sing.” 📌 Lyrics Window light carves shadows on the floor, Eraser dust like secrets I ignore. Static radio, a buzzing ghost, Cold tea testifies to what I’ve lost. Fragments of a song I tried to write, Only rhythm floats into the night. Whisper “I can’t” to the ceiling stain, It nods back softly, sharing my pain. When I can’t write, the morning burns like a fever Numbers rising higher on the line— Masterpieces vanish with a sigh, Wrinkles in my heart stretched paper-thin tonight. Tell me why, tell me why, Letters run away before my eyes. Even melodies I thought were mine, Slip like water dripping through the time. Banjo sings in crooked lines, Bass walks circles out of time. Saxophone calls, banjo replies, Voices scatter into skies. Fridge is hiding lemons turning brown, Forgotten how to squeeze the sweetness out. Calendar with X’s black and bold, Empty days apostrophes of stories left untold. When I can’t write, the night feels like a crater Counting shadows till the morning laughs— Forever’s just a can kicked down the street, Echo turns to rhythm in my feet. Hear me now, hear me now, Rust is grinding in my chest somehow. Words unspoken creak just like a chain, Bicycle wheels screaming in the rain. Banjo answers back to ghosts, Walking bassline haunts the post. Fingers blur but still confess, Songs are breathing nonetheless. Still alive, still alive, Singing with a dry throat through the night. Sun dissolves behind the curtain seam, Unfinished pages show me where I’ve been. Turn the wrinkled morning page, Find the space to start again. Every trembling fingertip— Shows the world it’s born to sing. Flip the wrinkle, let it shine, New lines tremble into time. Voices breaking, softly cling— The world again begins to sing. 💿 Produced & Performed by Lyndon 🎧 Subscribe & join the journey: / @its-lyndon Hashtags #unwrittenmorning #NuJazz #JPop #Bebop #JazzFusion #IndiePop #ExperimentalMusic #LyndonMusic #itslyndon #lyndon