CHRONICA X

Breathitt Country - Combstead & Robert rigg

Lament Flute

I Was Lost For A While

Angels of love

"Tomorrow" is a thrilling fusion of modern and traditional sounds, beautifully embodying the essence of Afropop music. It begins with a rhythmic pattern of djembe drums, delicately combined with the plucky twang of a kora. There's an irresistible beat that pulses steadily, serving as the heartbeat of the song.

As the track progresses, a catchy melody takes center stage, played on a warm, resonant balafon that harkens back to West African traditions. The melody is infectious, an earworm that will have listeners humming along within their first listen.

The vocals are a standout element. The lead singer delivers the lyrics with soulful cadence, bringing an emotional depth that strikes a chord. The lyrics speak of longing for just "one more night", a universal sentiment that's been weaved into a unique narrative, offering a fresh perspective on love and longing.

Backed up by a chorus of harmonious voices, the chorus is uplifting and communal, capturing the shared, celebratory spirit of Afropop music. The track then surprises with a bridge that blends a contemporary electronic synth break, adding a modern touch to the traditional soundscape.

"One More Night" has the power to transport listeners, offering them a taste of Afrobeat rhythms, traditional African instruments, and modern pop sensibility. It's a celebration of love, life, and music that, quite fittingly, will have listeners hitting replay for just 'one more night' of this auditory journey."

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TOMORROW

Very Special Thanks to Dani Ford and Kahlan Davis

Special Thanks to John Moreland, Connor Nix, and Isaac Nix

All music stuff by me.

Cover art by Sarah Richter (Pixabay)

Pillow Princess

A song about idle minds

LYRICS:

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When you're on your own
You got nothing to do
Gotta fill the hole in
You're getting old
You got nothing to lose

Ooh, have I got a song for you

You're the one controlling
You're on a roll
Flying up in the blue
Not running, just strolling
Achieved your goals
You got nothing to prove

Ooh, have I got a song for you

Nothing to Prove

Gonna Rain Better


Zopiclone, Mirtazapine.
My waking dream, my reverie in blue.

Like a massive dose of benzadrine.
Just shaking, I can never dream with you.

After some broken sleep I'm laid awake.
I'm choked, on thoughts of all the days that's done.

Oh, I'm ridden by the witches of the night.
And the devil on my left side.
Says the morning I can't hide.
Oh, lord, I am so tired.
No place to run.

It's the early hours I lay alone.
My empty face lit by my mobile phone.

I can not rest, can't concentrate.
The wastelands in my mind, let a weary moan.

Like a dead beat ghostman of the night.
I wander around, unfeeling and alone.

Oh, I'm haunted by the ghosts in the night.
And the angel on my right side.
Creates a moribund eventide.
Oh, lord, I am so tired.
And I'm so cold. 

These wasted hours I can only share.
With the pillow flowing with your golden hair.

These wasted nights that do not care.
My whole world's floating with you in the dark.

The drugs don't work im still awake,
Not ready for another day. I'm through.

Oh, lay me down before I shake.
A nervous twitch, a reverie of you. 

Like a boxed up jack, I must escape.
From this silence, though, I crave it just like you.

Oh, I'm ridden by the witches till the dawn.
And my soul is frayed and torn.
My eyes are red and wired.
Oh, lord, I'm just so tired,
What can I...

...Wasted words I can only share, 
with the power flowing through your golden hair.

These wasted years I got nowhere.
My whole world's floating with you in the dark.

Oh, I'm ridden by the witches of the night.
And the devil of my left side.
Says the morning cannot hide.
Oh, lord, I am so tired.
No place to run.

Sitting in the clover, red rover, red rover.

The ghost of the night is asleep in the clover.

Bring me up a champion and fetch your sister over.
We can sleep here with the ghosts of the night. 
Bring me forth some water and pockets of mumbles.
We can hold court with the king of the night.


Ghostman of the Night

sway

I love composing and listening to cinematic music :)

sway

brupesh

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