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Kingdoms made of silver smoke

A new song in the style of #crosbystillsandnash A cinematic, atmospheric electro-folk track about a world chasing glitter while losing its soul. “Kingdoms Made of Silver Smoke” dives into quiet neon cities, fading warmth, and people building shining empires that vanish when touched. With poetic lyrics about hollow crowns, golden screens, and the longing for real connection, the song blends shimmering analog textures, deep pads, and slow-burn percussion. It’s a reflective journey through modern loneliness and human hope — asking whether we’re rising, or simply drifting further from home. A haunting soundtrack for anyone searching for something real beneath the silver and the smoke. --- Lyrics: Quiet cities shimmering in the shade People chasing shadows in the glow they made. Empty echoes drifting through the neon night Buying pieces of a heartbeat just to feel alive. We trade our time for towers made of gold But every bright design grows cold. Are we rising or just running out of light? Are we living or just losing in the fight? Oh, we’re building kingdoms made of silver smoke Shining higher but we’re choking on the hope. We forget the hands that held us when we broke In a world that worships mirrors more than souls. We’re drifting, drifting, drifting far from home Chasing hollow crowns we never truly own. Warm whispers fading in a world of steel Soft hearts turning harder just to feel. Golden screens are singing us to sleep While the love we lost keeps calling from the deep. We gave our grace to glitter on display But every shining truth slips away. Are we reaching or just spinning in the dark? Are we glowing or just guarding every spark? Oh, we’re building kingdoms made of silver smoke Shining higher but we’re choking on the hope. We forget the hands that held us when we broke In a world that worships mirrors more than souls. We’re drifting, drifting, drifting far from home Chasing hollow crowns we never truly own. Fire on the skyline Wire in the soul, Choirs in the silence singing what we stole. Higher than the heartbeat, Lower than the light We’re falling, falling, falling through the night. If we let the quiet water pull us in, Maybe we could find the world again. Not in silver, not in smoke, not in stone But in every open hand that feels like home. --- #nanhara #aimusic #aimusicvideo #bringbackrealmusic #60smusic #70smusic #80smusic