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Tide
1,525
Trance
Tide was released on December 17, 2025 by Covenstead Records Company as a part of the album PLEROMA
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AlbumPLEROMA
Release DateDecember 17, 2025
LabelCovenstead Records Company
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM99

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lucid Shade
Lucid Shade
Vocals
Alan Watts
Alan Watts
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lucid Shade
Lucid Shade
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lucid Shade
Lucid Shade
Producer

Lyrics

Your ego has absolutely nothing to do
With the way you color your eyes, shape your body, circulate your blood
That's the real you
But it's certainly not your ego
Because you don't even know how it's done from the standpoint
Of your conscious attention
So the idea is firstly that the ego is unreal
There isn't one
Now then, this then is the first truth
There is this situation that we have dukkha or frustration
Because we are fighting the changingness of things
And because we don't realize that the ego, the I, is unreal
Biding my time, I've been writing the lines
Ready to quit, get me out of the cold
Height of my life, slept away in the night
Back in a bit, waking up to the world
Land of the living, I'm leaving behind
All the maze of the mind to return to the soul
Fold when I'm finished and fall to the fight
Moving on, greater heights, when I'm gone, let me go
Spark from the flame, I ascend from the fire
One with the Heart, not apart from the Whole
Somewhere between my distain and desire
Pendulum swings, we revolve in our role
Watch me diminish right before your eyes
Tide ever flowing, I'm caught in the pull
Lost to the waves 'til the end of my life
Acting my part while I'm watching the show
When a mother is so afraid that her children may get into trouble
That she protects them excessively
And as a result of this, prevents them from growing
Or when lovers cling to each other excessively
And have to sign documents
That they will curse and swear to love each other always
This is the same thing as holding on to yourself so tightly that you strangle yourself
Clinging is what makes suffering
If you don't recognize that this whole world is a phantasmagoria
An amazing illusion, a weaving of smoke
And you try to hold on to it, you see
Then you start suffering, seriously suffering
Written by: Lucid Shade
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