Eliot Rivers - No Harbor Bells (Official Vídeo) | Haunting Maritime Ballad | Timeless Tales Music

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✨ Listen to "No Harbor Bells" - the haunting new single from Eliot Rivers. ✨

Dive into the depths of Eliot Rivers' latest release, "No Harbor Bells" – a melancholic maritime ballad about silent departure, uncharted waters, and the pull of the eternal tide. Produced under Timeless Tales Music.

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Lyrics Excerpt:
"They slipped out quiet past the harbor’s sigh... / No anchor raised, no flag unfurled that night. / Just cut the ropes beneath a starless sky— / But why sail into dark without a guiding light?"

🎵 Credits:
Lyrics: Eliot Rivers
Song: No Harbor Bell
Label: Timeless Tales Music
Composer: AI

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NO HARBOR BELLS

They slipped out quiet past the harbor’s sigh,
No anchor raised, no flag unfurled that night.
Just cut the ropes beneath a starless sky—
But why sail into dark without a guiding light?

All say the tide pulls like a lullaby
Where waves turn ink and constellations sleep.
No storms will wake them, no reefs run dry,
No clocks to wind, no promises to keep.
You’ll glimpse their mast where deep and shallow meet,
No harbor bell will call them from the deep.
They craved the current, silent and complete…
Adrift.

Shared stolen rum in trembling paper cups,
Spoke truths too raw for daylight’s brittle air.
Her hands still shook as they tore the maps up—
No course to plot, no port left to declare.

All say the tide pulls like a lullaby
Where waves turn ink and constellations sleep.
No storms will wake them, no reefs run dry,
No clocks to wind, no promises to keep.
You’ll glimpse their mast where deep and shallow meet,
No harbor bell will call them from the deep.
They craved the current, silent and complete…
Adrift.

At first light, the kitchen radio played
Static hymns where their voices used to sway.
Just a half-knit scarf on the unmade bed,
A thread pulled away
But why sail into dark without a guiding light?

At first light, the kitchen radio played
Static hymns where their voices used to sway.
Just a half-knit scarf on the unmade bed,
[One woolen thread, a child’s blue ribbon bled]
But why sail into dark without a guiding light?

All say the tide pulls like a lullaby
Where waves turn ink and constellations sleep.
No storms will wake them, no reefs run dry,
No clocks to wind, no promises to keep.
You’ll glimpse their mast where deep and shallow meet,
No harbor bell will call them from the deep.
They craved the current, silent and complete…
Adrift.

Adrift... soundless and deep
Adrift... where constellations sleep