SMOKE PAGES: Rebel Fire Anthem (Hip-Hop/Folk Fusion) | Album: LIVED LIVES! Official Lyric Video

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🎵 "Smoke Pages" - Eliot Rivers
Embrace the wildfire within! Official audio for Smoke Pages — a soul-stirring anthem for rebels and dreamers.

✨ Lyric Highlight:
“Grab your embers, let’s rewrite the map! / Spin the globe reckless, let oceans collapse. / We’ll trade libraries for bonfires that roar— / Give me your hand, we’ll lap the world’s shore!”

🌍 Theme:
An ode to untamed freedom, rejecting confinement (cubicles, books, doctrines) for the magic of open roads, volcanoes, and monsoons. For those who feel the "itch in their feet" and hear the wind’s whisper.

🏷 Label: Timeless Tales Music
▶️ Stream/Download: Spotify

📜 Credits:
Lyrics: Eliot Rivers
Production: Timeless Tales Music

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Smoke Pages

Don’t gift me more books—I let the flames eat,
Their spines unbroken, their words incomplete.
I tear out the chapters, roll chaos to smoke,
The ash writes my lessons in scars that I stroke.

Years twist my logic, I’m a fool and a sage,
Time’s not my master—I dance off the page.
I’m hunger for sunsets, the itch in my feet,
What’s past the horizon? Fire knows the beat.

Trust the wind’s whisper, not pews or old rules,
Your laugh’s my compass, my fuel, my fool’s gold.
No maps, no doctrines—just sparks in my hand,
You’re the blaze in my bones; I’m the burn in the sand.

So grab your embers, let’s rewrite the map!
Spin the globe reckless, let oceans collapse.
We’ll trade libraries for bonfires that roar,
Give me your hand—we’ll lap the world’s shore!
Lap the world’s shore! Lap the world’s shore!

I quit cubicle karma for stars in my veins,
Traded my salary for monsoon campaigns.
Was dust in a cubicle, now I’m the storm,
Chasing your grin where the galaxies form.

Run through seven deserts, drink rain from your hips,
Climb cliffs till the clouds kiss my salt-cracked lips.
Dive into volcanoes, let lava engrave,
“Life’s not in the text—it’s the risk that we crave.”

So grab your embers, let’s rewrite the map!
Spin the globe reckless, let oceans collapse.
We’ll trade libraries for bonfires that roar,
Give me your hand—we’ll lap the world’s shore!
Lap the world’s shore! Lap the world’s shore!

The books are all cinders, the smoke’s cleared the air,
Your fingers trace truths that no author could share.
The world’s not a shelf—it’s a spark we’ve ignored…
Give me your hand—we’ll burn through the board.