כל יום

들어가네

So damn Cold Does not correlate to my life but for a friend.          Lyric writer: Hayden Anders, Spencer Johnson
Guitar: Hayden Carter, Spencer Johnson
Vocals: Spencer Johnson, Hayden Anders
Mixing/Producing: Spencer Johnson

So Damn Cold

在曠野流離的人

Rodeo Clown

Erotomania

"Echoes of the Emerald Wood," written by Xak Stahl and hauntingly performed by Zoé Le Fleur, is a mesmerizing Celtic ballad that weaves a tale of love, loss, and ancient magic. This enchanting track, inspired by Stahl's upcoming book "Between the Lines," transports listeners to a mystical forest where memories and spirits intertwine.

Le Fleur's ethereal vocals bring to life the sorrow of a maiden mourning her lost warrior, her voice echoing through the trees like a ghostly lament. The lyrics paint vivid imagery of an ancient stone altar, serving as a focal point for the forest's accumulated grief and enduring love.

Musically, the song blends traditional Celtic instruments with contemporary folk elements, creating a timeless soundscape that perfectly complements the narrative. Gentle harps and whistles intertwine with subtle percussion, evoking the rustle of leaves and the whisper of ancient spirits.

The chorus serves as a poignant refrain, capturing the forest's silent weeping for lost souls. The bridge delves deeper into the legends surrounding the altar, adding layers of mysticism to the already rich narrative.

"Echoes of the Emerald Wood" is more than just a song; it's a portal to a world where love transcends time and nature holds the memories of those long gone. It speaks to anyone who has ever felt the weight of history in an ancient place or the enduring power of love beyond death.

Lyrics:

In the heart of the emerald wood, 
where shadows softly lie,
Stands a stone altar ancient and gray, 
beneath the open sky.
Whispers of the ancients, 
carried on the breeze,
Tell tales of love and sorrow, 
woven through the trees.

Oh, the forest weeps in silence, 
for the ones who lost their way,
At the stone altar in the glade, 
where the spirits gently sway.
Between the lines of time and space, 
their memories remain,
Echoes of a distant past, 
in the whispering rain.

A maiden fair with raven hair, 
stood by the altar's side,
With eyes of mist and heart of grief, 
she called the winds to guide.
Her love was lost to war's cruel hand, 
his fate unknown and cold,
But by the altar, 
she would stand, 
her story to be told.

Oh, the forest weeps in silence, 
for the ones who lost their way,
At the stone altar in the glade, 
where the spirits gently sway.
Between the lines of time and space, 
their memories remain,
Echoes of a distant past, 
in the whispering rain.

Legends speak of days long gone, 
where magic still held sway,
Of lovers' vows and warriors' cries, 
beneath the skies of gray.
The altar holds their secrets close, 
in moss and ivy twined,
A testament to love and loss, 
and to the ties that bind.

So if you wander through the woods, 
and find that sacred place,
Remember those who've gone before, 
and the tears upon their face.
For at the stone altar in the glade, 
their souls forever rest,
In the heart of the emerald wood, 
where love and loss are blessed.

Echoes of the Emeral Wood

Echoes of the Emerald Wood

Lips

Abide With Me

So Damn Cold

Spencer Johnson

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