Copy of Daily Drops

Arizona

Backspin

What Do We Do Now

Easy Does It

How To Feel

Close Quarters

Close Quarters (From the Motel)

In Your Arms

Paranoia

In Order

skittles

Oxygen

Star

Images of Love

People Are Strange (from "Pluribus")

Nutshell - Alice In Chains (Country Version)

Hell on High – Original Motion Picture Soundtrack scores a revisionist Western where the canyon fire is judgment, confession, and revelation all at once. Saloon pianist August Reed (our narrator) watches a thirsty town held in the fist of Luther Brand, a mine and water baron who finds “beauty in the blaze” when the gorge finally burns. Across fifteen tracks, the album shifts between soulful saloon songs, hard campfire harmonies, and wide, cinematic score: August’s gentle “Little Lights in the Valley,” Mara Linwood’s flinty work-song “What My Hands Can Hold,” Calder Pike’s posse anthem “Keepers of the Line,” and Brand’s chilling creed “Beauty in the Blaze.” Instrumental cues ride the posse through chaparral, follow August saving children through smoke, and carry Brand to his last choice at the gate, ending in a quiet reprise as the town walks the ash of Hell on High and counts what’s left worth saving.

End Credits

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I’m counting bars like the moon counts tides
Walls so close they scrape my pride
Air tastes stale like forgotten lies
Shadows stretch but the light won’t rise

[Chorus]
In a cage
In a cage
I rage I rage
I claw at the dark but it won’t engage
In a cage
In a cage
No key
No stage
Just echoes of me at every age

[Verse 2]
Steel is silent but it knows my name
Rusty whispers in a wicked game
The floor hums low like a distant blame
Every step’s a circle
Every path the same

[Prechorus]
No one speaks but the air still sneers
No one comes yet I choke on fears
The silence laughs
The silence jeers

[Chorus]
In a cage
In a cage
I rage I rage
I claw at the dark but it won’t engage
In a cage
In a cage
No key
No stage
Just echoes of me at every age

[Bridge]
The cracks in the walls hum a secret tune
A clock with no hands sings of doom
The ceiling drips dreams that I’ll never bloom
A prisoner to time
To a space
To a room

[Bridge]
The  cracks  in  the  walls  hum  a  secret  tune
A  clock  with  no  hands  sings  of  doom
The  ceiling  drips  dreams  that  I’ ll  never  bloom
A  prisoner  to  time
To  a  space
To  a  room

In a Cage

Public Library Commute is the independent artist project of producer/writer Conrad Hsiang.

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