Blue Hour Mellow
Blue Hour Reverie: A Harvest of Memories and Dreams
Lyrics
Blue hour mellow, my sweater mustard yellow
Reflecting on a calm and serene moment during the "blue hour" while wearing a mustard yellow sweater.
Picking off the lint pieces, throw them in the cellar
Cleaning off small fabric debris and discarding them in a storage area.
Blue hours yellow, still the field is mellow
Evening hours are peaceful and the surroundings are calm, despite the yellow hue. The field retains a gentle atmosphere.
Walking down the stalks of wheat
Physically traversing a field of wheat.
Turn it into bread to eat
Transforming the wheat into bread, suggesting the productive outcome of the journey.
The fog is making things a little hard to see
The presence of fog is hindering visibility.
Is that you or is it just another tree?
Uncertainty about whether what is seen is a person or merely another tree.
Tryna' make my way through this endless field
Navigating through challenges in a seemingly endless field.
Blue hour horizon just like the sea
The horizon during the "blue hour" resembles the vastness of the sea.
Skip through these field mines old as the
Mention of old challenges or obstacles in the field.
Years spent naming all the yellows and blues
Reflecting on the passage of time, spent in naming and understanding different aspects of life represented by yellows and blues.
Blue hour spent wishing you owned the view
Expressing a desire during the "blue hour" to possess and control the scenic view.
Cause the trees once knew your name
Personifying trees as having knowledge of the individual's name.
And spoke the reasons forgotten in days colored yellow
Recalling conversations and reasons shared by the trees, now forgotten in the passage of time colored yellow.
Now you drift through cropped circles feeling all mellow
Feeling a sense of tranquility while moving through altered or manipulated landscapes.
Eventide cries hello, cicadas sweetly bellow
Evening time greets with a cry, and cicadas contribute to the serene atmosphere.
Orbs between the stalks of wheat
Observing spherical objects amidst the wheat stalks.
Eyes or fireflies of dreams
Questioning whether these spheres are eyes or dreamlike fireflies.
Blue hour mellow, my sweater rumpled yellow
Revisiting the calm "blue hour" with a slightly disheveled yellow sweater.
Dreams that flew between the wheat, are gone have turned to bread to eat
Realizing that dreams once present among the wheat have transformed into tangible outcomes, like bread.
The fog is making things a little hard to see
Fog continues to create challenges in perception.
Is that you or is it just another tree?
Persisting uncertainty about identifying a person or an inanimate object in the surroundings.
Tryna' make my way through this endless field
Continuing the journey through an apparently unending field.
Blue hour horizon just like the sea
Comparing the horizon during the "blue hour" to the vastness of the sea.
Skip through these field mines old as the
Revisiting old challenges or obstacles in the field.
Years spent naming all the yellows and blues
Reflecting on the passage of time, spent in naming and understanding different aspects of life represented by yellows and blues.
Blue hour spent wishing you owned the view
Expressing a desire during the "blue hour" to possess and control the scenic view.
Cause the trees once knew your name
Personifying trees as having knowledge of the individual's name.
And spoke the reasons forgotten in days colored yellow
Recalling conversations and reasons shared by the trees, now forgotten in the passage of time colored yellow.
Now you drift through cropped circles feeling all mellow
Experiencing a sense of calm and tranquility within manipulated or controlled environments.
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