Shubtle's lyrics & chords

That feeling you get when you let go of your concentration on the world at the moment a piece of bountiful music is playing. The wash of a crescendo as it reaches its peak, and the crashing down of the feeling as the wave breaks and falls in on itself. It almost riles the spirit to the point of docile aggression. Niether anger nor calm, melancholic depression nor sanguine joy. It isn't even in the middle-ground. There is no gravity in this sensation, no poles to control its momentum. Complete, uncontrolled beauty, lying right at the centre of e...read more