I was wondering if you could give my song a view too?

// 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞: https://youtu.be/wgzqDKnpTak

// ᴏғғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ɪᴤ ʜᴇʀᴇ: // https://youtu.be/VdcqKvRhvnQ //

 
thanks in advance..

A song exploring into the lone journey, the grit of being a traveler facing the complexities of solitude. Navigating the challenges in connections, striking emotional tides. I thought that I wanted everything that I had to offer: the creativity.
Here it is. Here we go.

https://open.spotify.com/track/5uW3RZwTWYjsL8FiThu3ez


Lyrics:

𝕄𝔸𝕐𝔹𝔼 ℕ𝕆𝕋

Saw your future in advance 
You took a pose and shot a frame
Drop that picture in the sand
I might get back or sail away

Every fire has spoken
Every made-up broken wall

Here's your future in your face
You become water, fire and breath
Here's your future in the sand
Another you another place

Everyday is stuck and
Everyday is stuck and you roam

Every fire has spoken
Every made-up broken wall

Everyday is stuck and
Everyday is stuck and you roam



(Andrea Ev, May 18th 2021)

Maybe Not

'The Darkest Midnight in December' is an Irish traditional folk carol for Christmas night, after Fr William Devereux, 1728. It is from Fr Devereux's collection of Kilmore Christmas carols, called 'A New Garland'. These Christmas Carols are much more like folk songs.
I used to consider this beautiful Carol, as MY Christmas Carol. I have sung it as a solo during several Christmas concerts when I sang with the choir, 'Tonalis Company of Singers' and the choir 'Choros'. I have also sung it in folk clubs etc.
There are actually quite a few verses, but here I only sing verse 1, first solo acapella and then as a duet with myself with a movable drone and third time as a canon with drones.
This Christmas carol can be found in many Carol books with all the many ornaments actually written into the sheet music, true to the sean noes style from the West of Ireland.

The Kilmore Carols are found only in Wexford, and date back more than 300 years. In 1684 Luke Waddinge, the Roman Catholic Bishop of Ferns, published A Smale Garland of Pious and Godly Songs. The cover inscription continues: "Composed by a devout Man/ For the Solace of his Friends and/ neighbours in their afflictions." The book contained 11 Christmas songs, two of which are still sung in Kilmore today. The texts were new, while the melodies were drawn from various traditional sources.
Waddinge died shortly after his book appeared, but interest in the subject was revived by a Father William Devereux, parish priest of Drinagh, Wexford from 1730-1771 (the current Devereuxes in Kilmore are almost certainly related to this priest). Devereux published A New Garland Containing Songs for Christmas. This included some of his own carols along with a few from Waddinge's collection.

Father R. Ranson, who published an edition of the Devereux book in 1949, claims that "the carols were first sung in a little chapel at Killiane, and tradition seems to indicate that the choir consisted of six men." The chapel in question was "no more than a mud hut".

The carols proved very popular, and manuscript copies quickly spread to neighbouring parishes, including Kilmore. Diarmaid O Muirithe, who has assembled and edited a collection of all the Wexford Carols (The Wexford Carols, Dolmen Press, 1982) observes: "They were sung in most of the churches of south Wexford in the 18th century, and even well into the 19th century. I think it's a great pity that they're now no longer sung outside Kilmore." O Muirithe considers that the church hierarchy in Wexford is to some extent responsible for the carols' decline. "For centuries they had been regarded by the church with a kind of benign tolerance, no more than that."

One priest in Kilmore Quay in the 19th century decided to get rid of the carols altogether and replace them with Victorian hymnody. "But the people in Kilmore decided they wouldn't be banished. The priest was banished instead, because nobody came into the church the next year. The bishop had to transfer him."

The Darkest Midnight in December

The Darkest Midnight in December | Irish Traditional Folk Carol | Marianne Lihannah

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A fusion between ragga ,dub , drill ,electro ,reggae & hip-hop
Vocals & lyrics by Amtek

LONDON KILLER

LONDON KILLER  (Amtek Vs KSB) (Funky Dub Meet Hip-Hop)

I used to stumble, lost and low
Chasing dreams, but letting go
Reaching high, then falling down
Caught in a spin, always bound

But today I'm fire, can you see?
Strong and proud, the best of me
I'm bold, I'm bright, breaking free
Today's my day, just wait and see

Hiding silent, scared to speak
Fading fast, feeling weak
Kept my thoughts locked inside
But now I'm done, no more to hide

'Cause today I'm fire, can you see?
Strong and proud, the best of me
I'm bold, I'm bright, breaking free
Today's my day, just wait and see

The past is gone, I'm moving on
Standing tall, my fears are gone
No more doubts, I'm in control
This fire in me is burning whole

I've been down, I've been low, but now I'm on the rise
Kicking down doors, I'm done with the lies
Took the pain, made it fuel, watch me ignite
No more shadows, I'm stepping to the light
Every scar, every tear, made me who I am
Now I'm unstoppable, that's the new jam

Now I stand, no longer small
Found my voice, I've heard the call
Rising up, I won't retreat
With every step, I feel the heat
The world's my stage, I'm shining bright
No more fears, I'm taking flight

Yeah, today I'm fire, can you see?
Strong and proud, the best of me
I'm bold, I'm bright, breaking free
Today's my day, just wait and see

Today's my day, can't hold me down
No more fear, I've found my crown

Today I'm Fire

Hope Ur Okay

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This is an uplifting yet thoughtful soundtrack, that lets your troubles be blown away in the wind. No AI or Loops have been used. Everything original :) 

Wind in your sails

ALFONSO LLORENTE: LYRICS, VOCALS, ACOUSTIC GUITAR, ELECTRIC GUITAR, BASS & SYNTH

THE PRAIRIE OF LIFE

Running thru the prairie, there she goes
As a lonely venison looking for her deer
Mending sadness unloading her fears
I wish to get into her sight and wipe her tears

As summer turns its back
The colorful autumn appears.
Never ask where life starts
You might find where it stops!

She stands alone where the sky meets earth
And I´ll be the rain to bring her life
The wind is full of secrets as our memories fly
Let´s get together to weave our dream

Don´t ever think that the story ends
Don´t feel lost if no answer comes
Don´t cry if you´re on a crossroad
Don´t try to avoid your game

We´ll play with the sun and sleep on the moon
The prairie of life will be our home
On the river of life, we´re leading
To the sea of love, To the sea of love
To the sea of love

As summer turns its back
The colorful autumn always appear
Never ask where life starts
You might find where it ends!

THE PRAIRIE OF LIFE (ALFONSO LLORENTE)

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Just another old one man band unsigned musician who sings and plays a little guitar, bass & drums and fools around on the piano; expert in writing songs that usually disappear with the wind, and in composing musical flops.  Folks say that I´m a composer, but I think they´re wrong: I just download the music I hear and feel in the atmosphere and give it back to the people. I don´t do a living from music; I ´m an attorney and horse breeder who gets noisy when I download the music I hear and feel.Thanks for checking out my page and listening the noise I´ve been doing for the past 50 and so years when I get musical.  I´m based in Bogotá, Colombia, and always open to do collabs.

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