The New Hitmakers: How Social Media Is Rewriting The Rules Of Music Discovery
Chris Page - 05 Jun 2026
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Looking up to the cloud above my head Your face concealed by purple mist that feels like lead It slowly clears and at last my eyes are filled Sunny cellophane skies Silver writing my eyes Bright sunny cellophane skies I like the way you make me feel Sensations I thought were unreal Now your life has gone In this world it don't belong Words are all I own Now you're gone I'm all alone Sunny cellophane skies Silver writing my eyes Bright sunny cellophane skies I like the way you make me feel Sensations I thought were unreal Sunny cellophane skies Silver writing my eyes Bright sunny cellophane skies I like the way you make me feel Sensations I thought were unreal
