Synesthesia
Track Number: 06
Artist: Cherry Ember
Album: Rad Red
Year: 1991
Runtime: 4:08
Catalog (CD): SYNC91 00016-CD ALB-15ST US #T06
Digital: SYN91 00016-DD REI-35ST T06
Genre: Indie Rock
BPM: 112
Mood: Joyful
Synesthesia
About
“Synesthesia” (1991) by Cherry Ember is a joyful, kaleidoscopic anthem that captures the wonder of experiencing the world through intertwined senses. Written and performed by Cherry Ember herself—an artist living with synesthesia—the song bursts with playful imagery of tasting light, hearing colors, and feeling music as a tangible, vibrant force. With its dreamy, shimmering melodies and luminous lyrics, Synesthesia invites listeners into her unique, magical perspective, transforming everyday sensations into a celebration of creativity, connection, and joy.
The track was born from a deeply personal place. Cherry first experimented with the concept during a 1990 demo session, though her early work, like the self-titled “Cherry Ember,” leaned more experimental and raw. The name “Cherry Ember” itself was inspired by a friend calling her “Cherry Amber,” which sparked the poetic moniker that would define her sound. But it was Synesthesia that became her artistic breakthrough—a perfect match for the blossoming shoegaze movement of the early ’90s, with its hazy guitars and dreamy soundscapes complementing the sensory overload the lyrics describe.
Described by Cherry as her “defining sound,” Synesthesia is more than a song; it’s an open invitation into her secret garden—a world where the wind is painted blue and green, names flicker like tiny embers, and drumbeats lift off in bursts of orange light. Rather than viewing her synesthesia as an oddity, Cherry presents it as a gift to be shared, a lens through which music becomes a multisensory playground. The song radiates pure joy, asking listeners not just to hear, but to feel the colors, the tastes, and the sparkles of a world more vivid than they ever imagined.
VERSE AND CHORUS
Song Lyrics
When I hear the wind, I see blue and green,
Like a painting in the sky, it’s a magical scene.
When you say my name, it’s a cherry ember,
A warm little spark that I’ll always remember.
I see the sounds, I taste the light,
Music feels like stars at night.
Colors in the air, dancing everywhere,
I’ve got a world I can share!
Clapping hands are sparkles, purple and bright,
Drums feel like thunder, orange taking flight.
A song smells like strawberries, sweet and red,
It’s a magical story inside my head.
I see the sounds, I taste the light,
Music feels like stars at night.
Colors in the air, dancing everywhere,
I’ve got a world I can share!
Some say it’s funny, some say it’s strange,
But I wouldn’t trade it, I wouldn’t exchange.
The world sings to me in a colorful way,
It’s a secret garden where I love to play.
I see the sounds, I taste the light,
Music feels like stars at night.
Colors in the air, dancing everywhere,
I’ve got a world I can share!
So when you hum a tune, I’ll paint it bright,
Together we’ll make the world shine with light.
Colors in the air, swirling and free,
It’s a beautiful place—come and see!
Album Artwork
This image presents a mesmerizing and emotionally layered scene, where childhood innocence meets surreal symbolism against a richly saturated, dreamlike backdrop. At its heart is a young girl, rendered with exquisite detail and quiet intensity, standing in stark contrast to the vast, cosmic red void that envelops her. The composition is deceptively simple—one figure, one object—but the emotional resonance is profound, as if the viewer has stepped into a suspended moment charged with mystery and quiet danger.
Positioned on the left side of the canvas, the girl appears to be around five or six years old. Her wide, glossy black eyes meet the viewer’s gaze with a serene, contemplative expression—one that suggests wisdom or knowing beyond her years. Her skin is pale and smooth, tinged with a gentle blush that gives her a doll-like presence. Jet-black hair frames her face in a slightly disheveled bob, its fine strands blending into the red background like wisps of ink or smoke. She wears a white, ruffled blouse dotted with tiny red flowers beneath a soft pastel blue pinafore. The outfit evokes nostalgia and purity, heightening the emotional contrast with the surreal and burning element she holds.
In her small, outstretched hand rests a single, glowing cherry—completely engulfed in flames. The fire dances upward in brilliant hues of yellow, orange, and white, yet the cherry itself remains pristine, untouched by the heat. Its surface gleams under the firelight, polished and bright, and the unburned stem stands rigidly upright, defying the laws of nature. Her fingers are relaxed, unburned, as if she’s either unaffected by the heat or holding something not of this world. The flaming cherry becomes the centerpiece of the image, a magical and ominous object radiating a power that feels both ancient and forbidden.
Behind her, the background stretches into an endless, deep red void. The textured space resembles a nebula, with faint swirls and scattered white specks suggesting distant stars or space dust. The glow of the flame gently illuminates the area around her, but the light quickly fades into darkness as the red deepens and dissolves into nothingness on the right side. This empty space creates a feeling of isolation and amplifies the surreal quality of the image, as if the girl exists in a pocket of time—or perhaps the remnants of a vanished world.
The mood is one of haunting stillness, a silent tension humming beneath the surface. The image flirts with themes of innocence juxtaposed with destruction, the child holding an emblem of temptation or forbidden knowledge, echoing mythic or biblical allegories. There’s a sense of solitude and power, too, as though the girl is both witness to and guardian of a secret flame. Her calm demeanor suggests not fear, but control—an eerie mastery over the volatile magic in her grasp.
Stylistically, the piece blends anime-inspired character design with surrealist and cosmic art influences. The large, expressive eyes and soft facial details contrast sharply with the bold, minimalist use of color—primarily red, black, white, and the glow of fire. This stark palette heightens the emotional impact, creating a scene that feels timeless and cinematic, as if plucked from the depths of a dream or memory too powerful to fade.
THE STORY BEHIND THE SONG
Unveiling the Inspiration and Themes
I always knew the world wasn’t just sound and sight—it was feeling. It was color, taste, temperature. As a little girl, I thought everyone saw music shimmer in purples and golds, or tasted honey when the right chord hit. I remember trying to describe it once to my teacher—how the school bell rang in bright yellow, or how my best friend’s laugh danced in green sparkles—and she just smiled like I was playing pretend. But it wasn’t pretend. It was my world. And “Synesthesia,” the song, was my way of letting everyone in.
Writing “Synesthesia” was like opening a door that had been closed for years. The lyrics came to me like flashes of memory—wind in blue and green, names glowing like sparks. I started humming it during a demo session in late 1990, playing with melodies that shimmered the way my senses did. I leaned into dreamy guitars, let the reverb sprawl like dripping watercolor. It was the first time I felt like the sound matched the feeling—shoegaze was just taking root, and I felt like I’d found my sonic soulmate in that hazy, immersive texture.
This track wasn’t just another song—it was my defining sound. I poured every odd little sensory joy into it. The clapping hands becoming sparkles, the taste of strawberries in a melody, the sense of drums taking flight in bursts of orange—it all came directly from my everyday life, the way my brain had always translated the world. And rather than hiding it, I wanted to celebrate it. Synesthesia isn’t something I suffer from—it’s the magic that makes me who I am. It’s the reason music feels like a universe I can live in.
When listeners tell me they feel joy, wonder, or even a hint of color when they hear the song, it’s like we’ve shared a secret. That’s what this track is to me—a key to the secret garden where everything sings, glows, and tastes like imagination. I wanted people to know that even if their world isn’t painted in the same shades as mine, there’s beauty in how we each sense it. And if my synesthesia can make someone else’s world a little more vibrant, then I’ve done what I set out to do.
– Cherry Ember, This Strange Endless Stage
Releases
Explore the full range of formats for this release, from timeless classics to modern editions. Whether you’re a collector or discovering it for the first time, find the version that suits your style:
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- Compact Disc (1991) – The original CD edition for crisp, high-quality audio.
- Cassette (1991) – A nostalgic throwback with analog warmth, perfect for retro enthusiasts.
- 30th Anniversary Re-Release (2021) – A commemorative edition celebrating three decades, including remastered tracks and rare content.
- Digital Download (2016) – Instant access to the album in high-quality digital formats, compatible with your favorite devices.
- Vinyl (2018) – The classic listening experience on high-grade vinyl, featuring rich sound and collectible artwork.

