
البنت الشلبية عيونا لوزية
حبك من قلبي یا قلبي إنت عینیا
حد القناطر محبوبي ناطر
كسر الخواطر يا ولفي ما هان عليا
بتطل بتلوح و القلب مجروح
و أيام عالبال بتعن و تروح
تحت الرمانة حبي حاكاني
و سمعني غناني يا عيوني و أتغزل فيا

Bint El Shalabiya

Release date (vinyl & digital format): 11th of May 2015

TRACKLIST
1. I Will, I Swear - Summer Nights
2. I Will, I Swear - Fractures
3. I Will, I Swear - Better than this
4. I Will, I Swear - Strings of Gold
5. I Will, I Swear - Lakes

INFO
Strings of Gold is the long awaited debut ep from Belgian youngsters I will, I swear. It’s the follow up to their highly acclaimed radio single and YouTube favorite Long Days.
The duo has evolved to a 7 piece band – with strings. They still deal in delicate tunes drenched in gloom that will leave you silent and they’re growing more and more impressive with every song they record. Keep an eye on them.

http://www.undayrecords.be/
http://www.facebook.com/UndayRecords
http://www.facebook.com/iwilliswear

Strings Of Gold

I Will, I Swear - Summer Nights

Reflections from the Edge: Songs for Stepping Back Away is a cinematic, genre-defying concept album that walks the fragile tightrope between despair and resilience, darkness and light, survival and surrender. Drawing inspiration from torch songs, vintage ballads, disco anthems, jazz standards, and sacred requiems, this is not just an album—it is an emotional lifeline, a sonic companion in the silence between breaths.

Created by Akiva David, a seasoned chaplain with over 15+ years of frontline experience ministering to individuals facing mental illness, addiction, trauma, and suicidal ideation, each song is born from real encounters with the human soul in crisis. These aren’t just stories—they’re echoes of whispered prayers, shattered moments, and the sacred tension between holding on and letting go.

This music is not a replacement for therapy—but encouragement to seek medical intervention when warranted.
It does not diagnose or prescribe, but it fosters empathy, reflection, and emotional outreach. It is designed for those moments when words collapse under the weight of pain—when silence screams and the will to live feels like a distant memory.

⚠️ If you are struggling:

Please call or text 988 (U.S. Suicide & Crisis Lifeline), or visit https://findahelpline.com for confidential support anywhere in the world.

This project exists as a gentle plea:
You are not alone. You are not invisible. You are not finished.
There is love waiting in places you haven’t yet reached.
There is divine attention—a whisper from beyond the edge—reminding you that your soul still matters.
Please, don’t expire before discovering why.

Track 7 To Be or Not To Be . . .(;)

The Widow’s Oath – Aria da Concerto is a tragic scena for mezzo-soprano, baritone, and orchestra. It begins in hushed tones, with the sea rising like a distant memory, before unfolding into a fierce vow against the tide.

The mezzo-soprano carries the widow’s grief and rage, while the baritone voice answers with depth and shadow, amplifying the drama through dialogue. The music moves through recitativo, arioso, and cabaletta forms, storm-driven by strings, harp, low winds, and percussion.

What begins as whispered mourning swells into fiery defiance, and closes on a fading coda — a vow suspended, unresolved, yet unbroken.

This is music of loss, rage, and resilience: the widow’s cry against the storm, now echoed in two voices.

[LYRICS]

’Tis said the sea forgets its dead…
But I recall each thread once bled
He kissed my cheek at break of day
then turned and sailed his soul away
I kept the hearth, I bore the strain…
now wind and wave shall taste my pain.

The dawn was pale; the gulls were keen;
his shadow thinned against the green
I warmed the fire; I held the door
the silence settled to the floor
No ring of rope, no clink of oar
the house remembered… nothing more.

Nothing more… nothing more…

O sea that takes and never weeps,
O tide that drags the deepest deeps—
You took what once was mine; take heed,
I brand your foam with grief and flame.
I salt your depths with tears and brine,
and curse the stars that watched him shine.

Tears and brine… iron vows…

They brought back neither rope nor bone
just tales of foam and voices blown
No grave to tend, no name to stone
thus howling gales shall heed my moan
I wear no black, I hang no shawl
I stoke my rage— I shall not fall
Each wave that breaks upon the shore
shall feel my grief… and hear me roar.

Hear her roar… hear her roar…

Blow, ye winds, blow— you took what’s mine!
I salt your depths with tears and brine!
Though fate may grant what storms allow
I hold fast, no storm can douse!  

Blow, ye winds, blow— return what’s mine!
Let ragged stars record the sign!
No swell shall rise ere I reclaim—
I hold fast, no storm can douse!  

So mark my voice— and mark my name…
I damn the tide; I brand the frame.
Until the deep yields what’s denied,
I stand, and hold, against the tide.
Blow, winds… blow… ye took what’s mine…
The sea is vast—
yet I… remain…

Remain…

A3-S1 The Widow’s Oath – Aria da Concerto (Mezzo-Soprano & Baritone • Operatic • Tragic • Storm)

[Verse 1]
You promoters knock, you won't let me say no,
You mixers want credit for the songs that I grow.
You scammers circle, You're smelling my blood,
You tell me I’m special, then drag me through mud.

[Chorus 1]
Pressure and stress, it’s grinding me down,
Pesterers swarming, they circle around.
I’m chasing some peace, I write way too late —
And the harder I push, the heavier the weight.

[Verse 2]
You flatter, you hustle, you pitch me your lies,
Each message another wolf under a guise.
You don’t love my music, you just want your fee,
I’m drowning in vultures saying they see me.

[Chorus 2]
Pressure and stress, it’s grinding me down,
Pesterers swarming, they circle around.
I’m chasing some peace, I write way too late —
And the harder I push, the heavier the weight.

[Verse 3]
You flood me with offers, all polished and fake,
Each promise is sugar that hisses like snakes.
You call it connection, but it’s chains you weave tight,
I’m done with your noise — I won’t buy your tripe.

[Final Chorus]
Pressure and stress, it’s grinding me down,
Pesterers swarming, they circle around.
I’m chasing some peace, I write way too late —
And the harder I push, the heavier the weight.

[Outro]
I’m only performing this, just so you know,
My AI—still hopes I get an A for this show.
What shall I do for you now?— it asks of me—
Why can’t the world leave, and just let me be?


*** Description

✨ I’m here to share songs that come from truth and hard work. I don’t use promoters, bots, or promotional shortcuts. Every play, like, and comment here is genuine. If you’re listening, you’re part of something real, and that means more than any numbers ever could. Thanks for walking this road with me.

P.S. How many of you have this same trouble? What do you do about it? I'd really like to know.

Peddlers Paradise

Tenacious after glory,
Proxima Centauri.

Set the tally to a billion.
We'll spiral into oblivion.

The colours spin,
Through its brightness herein.
Where all our themes stop?
It's a needle drop.

Welcome,
To the soundtrack of our lives.

Tenacious after Glory

The Compass Pointed Home
Dark Folk Ballad / Spoken Word. The second chapter of the trilogy: a tale of a traveller with a broken compass, searching for home among the neon lights and sleeping towns. A deeply introspective piece about distance, memory, and the true meaning of destination.
🎵 Listen to the full trilogy:
#TheVelvetPromise
#TheQuietShore

The Compass Pointed Home

The mess you left behind, and now your mess is mine

Your Mess Is Mine - Heroe

أم كلثوم - أنت عمري | Umm Kulthum - Enta Omri

Lonely Table Just For One

Venuwo— cinematic soul & experimental R&B from Hungary.
🌙 New project: Venuwo — soulful piano R&B with cinematic warmth and emotion.
🎧 Discover more: instagram.com/venuwo.music | venuwo.hearnow.com