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FANTASMA FORRO REAL

Forró Real - Fantasma (COM GRAVE - Não Há Razões Para Não Ser Feliz)

The Jamaica Band vs Glen Ricks – A Little Love: Reggae Infused blends soulful vocals with smooth reggae grooves and breezy melodies, creating a warm, feel-good vibe perfect for chilling or unwinding.

The Jamaica Band vs Glen Ricks - Shining Star - Reggae Soul Radio Edit



INTRO

Wake the room with a low bright shimmer,
let the hum rise soft then glimmer.
Trace a circle in the air with sound,
pull the quiet upward off the ground.


VERSE 1

Bend the shadows with the lift of the beat,
drag dawn forward from under the street.
Bass crawls warm like a memory thawed,
drums tap truths we once ignored.

Snares slice through the metallic blue,
hats blur fast as moments we outgrew.
Keys bloom gentle like a whispered dare,
strings stretch wide through the open air.

You turn the tables like a tide reborn,
hands shape heat in the fog before morn.
We lean together as the pulse expands,
first wave hits and the future stands.


PRE-CHORUS 1

Tilt the ceiling till the sparks line up,
let the rising glow fill every cup.
Feed the air a flame that climbs,
let the heartbeat double its times.



CHORUS 1

Afterlight—pull the new world nearer.
Afterlight—make the night burn clearer.
Afterlight—bend the map to gold,
let the next truth break and unfold.

Every floor breathes with a waking drum,
every hope shouts, “I’m not done.”
Afterlight—when the low end shakes,
old wounds loosen and the dark part breaks.



DROP 1

Split the beat into a streaking roar,
shake the echo loose from the floor.
Let the acid coil snap and glide,
let the choir drift in on the tide.



VERSE 2

Shove the rhythm through the fractured hours,
turn cracked silence into blooming powers.
Voices stack high in a chord stretched wide,
every note climbs up the mountain side.

Tables cut circles like a coded sign,
opera tones trace a silver line.
Strings pour radiance down the lane,
brass fans open like a solar flame.

We drag tomorrow from behind the veil,
turning each breath into a living tale.
Every bar draws proof we’re here,
every phrase pulls fire from the atmosphere.



PRE-CHORUS 2

Catch this second as it reaches peak,
ride the tremor strong yet sleek.
Let the golden rush take control,
let the hit land whole on the soul.


CHORUS 2

Afterlight—shake the dawn awake.
Afterlight—let the shadows break.
Afterlight—shape the molten night,
pour that glow through every sight.

Every body writes a rising line,
every breath redraws the design.
Afterlight—when the groove goes primal,
we script new futures in the final.


BRIDGE

Push the spark into a climbing bloom,
let it stretch miles through the room.
Turn the circuit with a steady hand,
make the starlight follow your command.

Choirs lift high above fractured ground,
strings hold steady as the echoes round.
Keys rain gold in a storm refined,
bass folds seconds into altered time.

We stand centered in a spinning truth,
still as elders, bright as youth.
One more rise and the fear falls clean,
one more drop and the past turns lean.


BUILD

Stack the claps till the tension bites,
stretch each bar through bending lights.
Whisper once with iron in the tone,
let the next beat claim the throne.



FINAL CHORUS

Afterlight—draw the cosmos nearer.
Afterlight—keep the horizon clearer.
Afterlight—bend the map anew,
let the world shift when it looks at you.

Afterlight—shake the future free,
let the sound unlock what it needs to be.
Afterlight—speak through the rising tone,
every hit carves a sacred zone.

When the last glow slips down the air,
echoes mark everywhere.
Afterlight—anthem of the brave begun,
we cross the line and the new age runs.



OUTRO

Float the final spark across the dark,
leave a mark soft as a secret mark.
Drop that warmth in the center floor—
when the beat ends, we hunger for more.


After Light

Forró Real - Fantasma (COM GRAVE - Não Há Razões Para Não Ser Feliz)

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