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Blackbriar - Floriography (Official Music Video) The official music video for ’Floriography’ by Blackbriar - this new single marks the start of our upcoming third studio album. Like and follow us on social media: Instagram: Facebook: Would you like to support us? Merchandise: Patreon: Blackbriar is proudly endorsed by Lignator Guitars. Blackbriar uses ProjectSam Plugins to create their music. Blackbriar: Zora Cock – Vocals Bart Winters – Guitars Robin Koezen – Guitars Siebe Sol Sijpkens – Bassguitar René Boxem - Drums Ruben Wijga - Keyboardist Music written by: René Boxem Lyrics & melody written by: Zora Cock Produced and mixed by: Joost van den Broek at Sandlane Recording Facilities, Rijen NL Mastered by: Darius van Helfteren at Amsterdam Mastering, NL Music Video by: Cinebuds A special thanks to: actors Bart Winters and Keimpe de Vries, our pillar of strength Marnick Muller, photographer Jord Otto, dressmaker Rika Cock, detective board creator Diederick Cock, Tim Schoon from Oosterhouw manor, Zora’s Patrons --------------------------------------- ‘Floriography’ Lyrics --------------------------------------- Will you talk to me through floriography Will you throw me a letter into the raging sea Or should I stop? I’ve been listening to ghosts Imperceptible but so close Searching for whispers to expose I hope you’re messaging me in code Been reading all the things you wrote Every insignificant footnote Did you leave a mark on a tree That reminded you of you and me? Have you been trying to visit me in my dreams lately Will you write me a song in cryptography? Will you talk to me through floriography Will you throw me a letter into the raging sea? Or should I stop being so persistent Searching for something nonexistent? I’ve been reading behind the lines Been deciphering the signs A couple of million times Did you fold a page in my favorite book Marking words from a quiet nook Did you make an acronym out of a lyrical hook? Did you leave a mark on a tree Or speak through floriography? ’Cause these ferns and foxgloves are following me Must I heat up a piece of paper to reveal invisible ink? ’Cause I’ve been trying to tell you so many things And have been waiting for an answer ever since Will you talk to me through floriography Will you throw me a letter into the raging sea? Or should I stop being so persistent Searching for something nonexistent? “Meet me at the Taxus tree Quickly, silently Don’t let them see, will you?“
