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"Whispers of a Broken Heart," is a deeply melancholic and introspective country ballad that paints a vivid picture of profound heartbreak and loneliness.

Set to a slow, mournful pace in E Major, the music features the gentle strumming and sorrowful melodies of an acoustic guitar, complemented by the poignant strains of a fiddle and the soulful sigh of an electric guitar, with light, delicate percussion adding to the fragile atmosphere. The style is classic country ballad, allowing the raw emotion of the story to take center stage.

The mood is one of aching sorrow, desolation, and longing. Through tender yet increasingly anguished vocals, the song tells a story of lost love, echoing through an empty house filled with fading memories and shattered dreams. It explores the depths of a "broken heart," the pain of absence, and the despair of "walking this lonesome road" with hope dwindling, making for a truly heartfelt and sorrowful listening experience.

Verse 1:
Dust motes dance in the fading light,
mirroring the tears blurring my sight.
This empty house echoes with your name,
a hollow whisper, a fading flame.

 My heart, it aches, a wounded dove,
 Each silent beat, a whispered love,
 Now fractured shards, scattered and torn,
 A symphony of sorrow, eternally sworn.  

Chorus:
 Oh, whispers of a broken heart,
 Echoing through the lonely night.
 Your absence leaves a hollow space,
 A silent prayer in this desolate embrace.

Verse 2:
We built a world on whispered dreams,
 Now shattered pieces, it seems.
 The memories linger, bittersweet,
 A love that faded, cold and defeat.

 I chase the ghosts of yesterday,
 Hoping to find you in the fray.
 But all I find are empty rooms,
 And empty promises beneath moonlit glooms.  My soul is steeped in despair!

Chorus:
 Oh, whispers of a broken heart,
 Echoing through the lonely night.
 Your absence leaves a hollow space,
 A silent prayer in this desolate embrace.

Bridge:
I clutch the memories, frail and thin,
 A fragile lifeline, woven within,
 But even hope, now starts to wane,
 And leaves me lost, in sorrow's domain.

Chorus:
 Oh, whispers of a broken heart,
 Echoing through the lonely night.
 Your absence leaves a hollow space,
 A silent prayer in this desolate embrace.

Outro: (Instrumental)

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Whispers Of A Broken Heart

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Ancient Words, Living Sound brings the Psalms to life with cinematic arrangements and Middle Eastern textures that echo their original setting. These timeless songs of worship, lament, trust, and praise are presented in a fresh, expressive way—faithful to Scripture and rich in emotion—drawing listeners into the heart of God's Word through music.

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The finale. The celebration. The moment where everything comes together. After all the struggles, the invisible battles, the noise of the world, the questions, the confessions — this song is the answer.

I wanted this track to feel like joy exploding after the storm. Like the weight finally lifting, and the reminder crashing through: we’re not meant to fight alone. Horns blaring, choirs shouting, stomps and claps echoing through the street — a fight song turned into a party. A giddy, messy, human celebration that says: we made it.

For me, “Never Alone (Reprise)” is the moment where the whole record stands up together. It’s a parade through the city after the battle’s over, a reminder that even when life breaks us down, we rise again. It’s not polished, it’s not quiet, it’s not perfect. It’s a celebration of survival, of community, of love that refuses to give up.

If “Invisible Wars” began with hidden battles, “Never Alone” ends with victory in plain sight. It’s the full circle — from whisper to anthem. From isolation to unity. From fear to love.
This is the song I want ringing in people’s ears long after the album ends. Not the battles, not the noise, not the apologies. The reminder. The celebration. The truth.

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I want you to imagine the moment the sun is low, painting the sky in a bruised gold, and all you have for company is the steady sound of hooves hitting the dust. That feeling—the raw, aching solitude of riding away from something you can’t get back—that’s what I poured into this song.

When I sat down to write "The Heartbeat in the Saddle," I was lost. My memory felt like a phantom limb, always trailing right behind me, like a shadow I couldn't shake off. Every rhythmic chord from the acoustic guitar in the intro is meant to sound like the trot of a horse, a physical, constant presence to anchor the grief. The mandolin—that light, shimmering sound—is the fragile whisper of my memory, and the fiddle is the soul itself, echoing the long, mournful cry of longing that just won’t cease.

I know, because I lived it, that the hardest part is that final, undeniable moment: the "gone, and I ride away." This ballad is my way of singing through the tears, wishing I could turn back time and make you stay.

But what truly lifts this song is the spirit of Kathy Trevelyan. Her voice is the very air over those lonely fields—it’s soft, filled with longing, yet possesses an incredible, soaring, soulful ache that captures every bit of my despair. When she hits those final notes in the chorus, you don’t just hear the words; you feel the genuine, broken heart beneath them. She makes the sorrow sound beautiful, and she turns my lonely ride into a journey we can all understand.

I hope that when you listen to the Bridge—the part where I sing, "Maybe someday I’ll find my peace"—you feel that fragile, supportive flicker of hope, too.

[Verse 1]
Riding through the fields, with tears in my eyes,
Thinking ’bout the love that’s gone, and how I cried,
Your memory’s a shadow, trailing behind,
Lost in the lonely night.  

[Verse 2]
The wind’s whispering, just like your name,
Across the land, I feel the pain,
Each hoofbeat echoes my despair,
Wishing you were here.  

[Chorus]
Riding through the tears, beneath the sky,
With a broken heart and a longing cry,
Wish I could turn back time, make you stay,
But you’re gone, and I ride away.
In this saddle, I’m all alone,
Longing for the love I’ve known,
Tears in my eyes, I can’t deny,
I’m still lost in your goodbye.  

[Verse 3]
The sun dips low, shadows grow long,
I sing my sorrow in this song,
Your memory’s a fire I can’t burn out,
But I’m riding on, no doubt.  

[Bridge]
Maybe someday I’ll find my peace,
Until then, my heart won’t cease,
Riding through this lonely land,
Missing your touch, your hand.  

[Outro]
So I ride these trails, with tears in my eyes,
Hoping someday, beyond the skies,
I’ll find you waiting, in the great unknown,
Until then, I’ll ride alone.

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Written for and inspired by Ray, Leka, Naki, and Shary

Written by Junior Maile

Music by Velody Riddimz 

Recorded, Mixed,
and Mastered by Chance Clift

Drums recorded by Art City Sound and Ese Taiese

A Film by Cameron Gade

A special thanks to: 

Mona Maile
Aiona Weingarten 
Jeremiah Tavita 
Tui Tavita
Serafi Tavita 
Samson Folau
Sam and Patricia Folau
Bradley Family
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We are Cowboy Cadence—Bruce Jahn, Kathy Trevelyan, Ben Fortescue, and Sarah Fortescue—and for a decade, from 1985 to 1995, we operated as a fiercely independent musical ensemble. Our guiding principle was always authentic self-expression, and that meant we were involved in every single aspect of our creative journey. From the very first note written and the arrangements we crafted, to performing all the instruments and vocals, we handled it all. We even took on the meticulous tasks of recording and mixing right there in our own home setups, completely eschewing external producers, writers, or engineers. This deeply autonomous approach wasn't just a choice; it was essential for us to ensure our unique vision and genuine voice shone through in every piece of music we created.

This commitment to doing things our way truly shaped our diverse repertoire, which spanned heartfelt Country tunes, whimsical Children's songs, and playful Comedic pieces. While our primary focus remained firmly on crafting and perfecting our recordings, we also cherished the opportunities to share our distinctively homespun sound with others. We performed live at local fairs and various community venues, finding joy in those direct connections. However, we deliberately chose to limit our live events, a conscious decision to avoid the kind of intense spotlight and stardom often involved in the music industry. For us, it was always about the music itself, and the freedom to create it on our own terms.

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