We hope you enjoy the beautiful sounds of the Native American flute!

We just released a lyric video for this song!  https://youtu.be/csnPWJAyvEc

Native american flute with rock music. This works nicely. God bless! <3

Nice ethereal and transcendent feel, the imagery is calming

so calming n relaxing 4sure love when i picks up

ITSOK

Quiet Moments of Contemplation

Quiet moments of Contemplation

Ive Got Nothing

Nothing to Fuck

Lyrics: 

I've been cast off from my own,
those I called my friends are gone.
There is no place for me to pitch my tent,
far from the land of my people I'm sent.
Had it not been for the Spirit of Yah
I would have died without tribe or home

Because I run the ancient trail,
12 tribes I call my brethren.
Because His fire runs through my veins,
my soul shall not fear its fate

I once sat with my empty dreams,
my hands filled with worthless things
But when my soul found peace with Yah's spirit in me
I cast away all that hindered me,
and now I run like a deer set free

Because I run the ancient trail
a bow of bronze my hands can bend
Because His fire runs through my veins,
dark spirits shall flee before me

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Ancient Trail

Interlude.

dreamy escape

Retina

For video with lyrics:
https://youtu.be/4KDI5Fx1tuw

Proj94 He Fills Me Up Whitney DJSu Remix

know your tears

WHITE-WALE

Buy it on Bandcamp:
https://coletivofarra.bandcamp.com/album/pt-malacca

Produção: Satha Lovek
Artwork: João Coutinho
Edição: Coletivo Farra

Tracklist:
1. Mata-kantiga (3:52)
2. Grago (3:32)
3. Ode to Malacca (6:50)
4. Compassion as Contempt (7:35)

Samples de "A Viagem dos Sons – Kantiga Di Padri Sa Chang" (1998) autorizadas por TRADISOM – Produções Culturais, Lda.
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Review:
Satha Lovek, estrangeirismo, denominação batismal deste duo de gringos lusitanos, seculares detentores de computadores e melonamania incontível ou, tão simplesmente, a bastardização aglutinadora de “Satha”, rei deposto de “Lovek”, cidade cambojana e catalista de um fabulado 5º Império. PT Malacca, escrito e produzido em 2020, é o seu EP de estreia, editado pelo Coletivo Farra e lançado a 26 de Outubro deste ano, produto de tangentes pandémicas, samples remanescentes de partilhas pletóricas feitas à distância de um teclado. É também uma homenagem distorcida mas sem retorção das Kantigas Di Padri Sa Chang, “procurem-nas e vão perceber”, recomendam. 
Ouvido e depurado, PT Malacca afigura-se um 4-faixas de pós-colonialismo traumático, navegado entre Portugal e o bairro português de Malacca em menos de 22 minutos. Isentos de sentimento patriótico, Satha Lovek compuseram o regresso à uma sinceridade multicultural por meio da sátira ao nacionalismo desmedido, refutado pelas amálgamas artificiosas de drone, free-jazz, IDM e plunderphonics que engrandecem o EP. “Grago”, a segunda faixa, destaca-se pela abrasão ostensiva, emblemática de uma batalha cruzada onde gritos dilacerantes entrecortam eclosões de crueldade e batidas imprevisíveis. Em oposição extrema, “Ode to Malacca”, a terceira faixa, submerge o ouvinte na dissolução prolongada de um amuralhado monocórdico, a última réplica de um império arruinado que, após 4 minutos de drone implacável, se transfigura em canção do cisne pautada por notas de piano cintilantes, uma analogia às narrativas históricas vigentes, reluzentes de tão embelezadas, o legado, currículo e propaganda de alegados heróis do mar. 

Em PT Malacca, as armas e os barões assinalados nunca soaram tão honestamente.
 
~ Ricardo Batarda

FARRA 7 © 2020

Ode To Malacca

Chord charts: https://www.tentonflood.com/rosemary-chords

Rosemary, Rosemary, come on in
Stood by me through the thick and thin
Rosemary, Rosemary, what do you know?
Gonna light your fire in the freezing cold
The smoke rises, it twists and turns
As the wood pops and curls and burns
Rosemary, Rosemary, come on in

Let’s rob a bank and give it one last shot
I used to ride with Frank believe it or not
We’d sit in the saddle most every day
Talk to the teller cause he’d give it away
We can throw away your worn out shoes
Then go to town, get some brand new boots
Let’s rob a bank and give it one last shot

Well maybe baby, it’s time to quit
Let’s get a little farm and a place to live
You know how I love your pretty little guns
I’m getting kinda tired of robbing on the run
Well Frank gave up, know he gave up too
He turned himself in back in 82
Well maybe baby, it’s time to quit

Step right up and get your ticket punched
You’ll enjoy the show, we've got a hunch
Sit by the Governor and take a seat
They say that the show is hard to beat
And you might see dancers or a boxing match
While we’re picking berries in the berry patch
Well step right up and get your ticket punched

Rosemary

Our name "Aromem" is Hebrew for "I will exalt". The team is lead by worship leader and songwriter David L. Martin.  Most of our songs are written in a contemporary/Native American style. We blend modern instruments like electric guitar with the ancient sounds of the Native American Flute and drums. Add a tasteful array of folk instruments like banjo and harmonica and you have something truly unique.

Ancient Trail

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