The transcript captures the full lyrics of Aaron Jaxon's original acoustic song "Abriel," performed with three vocal parts labeled Speaker A, B, and C. The song is a poetic address to a figure named Abrielle/Abriel, weaving together personal confession, romantic yearning, and spiritual struggle. Repeated motifs describe a past drowned in alcohol (“a bottle sucked away most of my sorrows”), a desire for redemption (“you poured blinding light into a hollowed shell”), and a pledge to be present in the morning. The lyrics employ rich religious and royal imagery—saints’ communion, the Holy Grail, kings and queens on higher horses—contrasted with everyday melancholy. The narrator reflects on abandoning destructive narratives, confronting nihilism, and offering to rescue the beloved from a “predatory landscape.” The multi‑speaker structure creates a call‑and‑response feel, reinforcing the song’s emotional intensity and its themes of love, addiction, salvation, and the tension between darkness and light.
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Abrielle, you found me standing at a crossroads, but I wasn't there to learn to play guitar. A bottle sucked away most of my sorrows, but with it nearly took my soul and heart. As a From a heroine you get my tragic hero. From residing in a cozy little hell, my nihilistic outlook you help slowly to dispel.
So I'll be with you in the morning, Abrielle.
Oh, Abrielle.
Abrielle, I've never been happier.
I've never been much for committing. And as I sang that line, I know you rolled your eyes. But lately I've been getting good at quitting narratives that hang me out to dry. As for hanging, I was on but by my last thread. You poured blinding light into a hollowed shell. Riding grace without abandon, mercy caught me in its sail.
So I'll be with you in the morning, Abriel.
Oh, Abriel, Abriel, the sounds of your musings. Oh, the bitter, airy things you whisper oh so well. Kings and queens on higher horses You bring down to where mortals dwell.
So I'll be with you in the morning, Abrielle.
Oh, Abrielle. Abrielle, I wanna drown your mother's magic inside of your father's fever dreams. Take all the skeletons down from the attic. Resurrect them into kings and queens. I would save you from this predatory landscape. But white knights are the denizens of hell. If you are ever get over, I'll stay underneath your spell.
Voluntarily ingested, Abriel.
Abriel, all the sounds of your musings, all the bitter everythings you whisper oh so well. Kings and queens on higher horses you bring down to where mortals dwell.
So I'll be with you in the morning, Abriel.
Oh, Abriel.
So, Abriel, I hope I'm not your last resentment that blocks you from the sunlight of the Lord. I'd rather add some color and some tension to your major or your minor chords. Though our escapades will be fuel for others' fodder, and these stories to our children we'll never tell, I'll sit out the saints' communion and turn down the holy grail, but I'll be with you in the morning, Abriel. Abriel, all the sounds of your musings Oh, the bitter everything you whisper oh so well. Kings and queens on higher horses you bring down to where mortals dwell.
So I'll be with you in the morning, Abriel.
Oh, I'll sit out the saint's communion and turn down the Holy Grail.
But I'll be with you in the morning, Abriel. Oh, I'll be with you in the morning, Abriel.
