Name: Desert Palms by Faith Walk Band
Duration: 2 min 13 s
Description: A poor retelling of Psalm 13. Co-written/produced by @jsotomusic96

Love the track man, think what you got here is dope and will be appreciated sooner or later. Lol you should let me scream on this, maybe work together on something some day. Might have you sing on one of my joint. But anyway I love the track man🔥🔥🤘🏾

Really nice heavy wall-of-sound! ⁓Rebecca

The theme for the entire album. This theme will run through various tracks. It's inspired by the novel set in the Mass Effect universe by the same name. I've tried to remain original, but at the same time I wanted to stay "familiar". Inspiration from the very first Mass Effect video game is to be expected.

Mass Effect Revelation Theme

Epic Orchestral Music.

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Ephemeral Bloom

A nice happy song about walking home drunk

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Walking home alone
Drunk and counting stars
The wind it chills my bones
But the whiskey warms my heart
My friends tell me I'm prone
To cherishing my scars
And though I quite like being alone
That will only get me so far
And I know that I've come so far

Into the unknown
Just me against the dark
Got these two hands and these bones
Got the blood inside my heart
Into the unknown
Just me against the dark
Soon I will be home
But my keys are in the bar
Oh no!

Me Against The Dark

I Got You On My Mind

(This is dedicated to my Step-Dad and to his battle with dementia.  It’s a song about time, how things are constantly changing, and yet, when you look in the mirror, there you are, and yet the decay, the age, mistakes and wisdom, one can hope, at the end of the day, no matter what has been had, what has been lost, you will have at least one thing, even if just a hand full, of beautiful memories…of people, pain, loss, love, hope, and everything in between.  Yet, for some, the curse is to look in the mirror and have nothing, to have lost it all, that sense of fear, grief, and frustration..  my step dad lost everyone in the end.  There were only two people he recognized.  My Mom and I - a blessing I will always be grateful to have had).  He was a beautiful man and this song, in all the irony of the lyrics, is for him.  

Verse
Was a time, a time to play, time to pray
All that time, what a waste, what a pity, oh fool, shake my walls, blow me down.

Just a face, unaware, just another day.
Just a phase, all we had, it’s a crime
oh pity, oh fool, mind your head when you fall 

Chorus 
But oh, one thing keeps coming back
I got you on my mind

Verse
In the dark, in the back, what a way to live, you a dance I could never forget, oh pity oh fool, tell me who I see now so

Like a dream, but nightmares are dreams too, in my head, but my mind I stilI find you, oh pity, oh fool, take my hand lead me out 

Chorus
But oh, one thing keeps coming back
I got you on my mind

Not a game, never same, we all fade away, but these tricks, it’s so hard to find you, oh pity oh fool, seems all is lost now

In the end, through the tears and the madness, find a smile as you echo among us, oh pity of fool, are you here with me now.  

Chorus 
But oh, one thing keeps coming back
I got you on my mind

Personal Earthquakes

I've Got You On My Mind

I've Got You On My Mind (Ballad for Joe)

V1.
I've traveled life's landscape, less than thrilled with it
Never found a journey wind up worth it's trip
But then came you, and my world came undone
The way they say it will, when someone is 'that one'
And now I know with all my soul
That our two were meant to make 1 whole

Ch. 1
See, your voice
Is the sweetest melody I've ever heard
So in front of the world I'm gonna pledge love to you, girl
And call your name
It's my favorite word.

V2.
With every river of emotion, I kicked against it's flow
A cynic never finds a reason to let fate take it's hold
Still, here you stand today - facing me
A sign of everything that loving freely can bring
And undeniably it's true
That finally I know trust's strength in you

Ch. 2.
See your voice
Is the sweetest melody I've ever heard
So with it's song in my ear I wanna grow old with you, girl
And call your name
'Cause it's my favorite word.

Br.
The say that nothing ever comes true until somebody believes in it
They say a dream will never come to be until somebody sees it
But see, I'm living proof there's something to be said for divine faith
Because I've been given something that I know I could never imagine
In your grace
Whoa, yeah - and that's forever and all of time.
Said that's forever and all of time.

Ch. 3
See, your voice
It's the sweetest melody I've ever heard
So 'til death do us part I'm stickin' right here for ya, girl
Yes, I am
And still your name
Will stay my favorite word
...dream girl...



(All music & lyrics copyright Daron Anthony Randolph / SNC Music. All rights reserved.)

My Favorite Word

Translation above

La Femme 

Quand devant moi se balance 
La femme 
Avec un regard qui lance 
Des flammes 
Je voudrais être celui 
Qui attend toute la nuit 
Que surgisse devant lui 
La femme, la femme 
Mais déjà elle m'abandonne
La femme
Pour celui qui éperonne
Son âme
Et je reste dans mon coin
Pendant qu’elle s'envole au loin
Comm’ les oiseaux au matin
La femme, la femme
 
Et quand je la sens qui frôle 
La femme 
Du bout des doigts mon épaule 
La femme 
Envoûté par sa prunelle 
Je me sens pousser des ailes 
Et je galope vers elle 
La femme, la femme 
Mais elle freine mon élan 
La femme 
Quand mon cœur incandescent 
S'enflamme 
Et je reste au garde à vous 
Comme au premier rendez-vous 
Pour éviter son courroux 
La femme, la femme 

Elle a fait de moi son jouet
La femme 
M'obligeant à l'appeler 
Madame 
Quand je rampe vers son lit
Et qu'elle sonne l'hallali 
Ell’ veut que je la supplie 
L'infâme, l'infâme 
Ell’ m'a mis autour du cou 
La femme 
UN collier orné de clous 
Quel drame 
Je me traîne à ses genoux 
Pour ses caresses et ses coups 
Ell’ me cloue et me décloue 
La femme, la femme
 
Mais je sais qu'un jour viendra 
La femme 
Qui mettra dans de beaux draps 
Mon âme 
De Toulouse ou bien de Lille 
D'Italie ou du Brésil 
Débarquera sur mon île 
La femme, la femme 
Ell’ se pendra à mon cou 
La femme 
Offrant son cœur à mon coup 
De lame 
Alors par un beau matin 
Mon pas à côté du sien 
J'Irai tenant par la main 
Ma femme, ma Femme.

Paroles de Lucien Corma, 03/2005

The Woman 

When before me sways 
the woman 
With a look that throws 
Flames 
I'd like to be the one 
Who waits all night 
For her to appear 
The woman, the woman 
But already she abandons me
the woman
For the one who spurs
Her soul
And I stay in my corner
While she flies away in the distance
Like birds in the morning
The woman, the woman
 
And when I feel her brush 
The woman 
With her fingertips on my shoulder 
the woman 
Bewitched by her eyes 
I feel myself grow wings 
And I gallop towards her 
The woman, the woman 
But she stops me 
the woman 
When my incandescent heart 
Goes up in flames 
And I stand at attention 
Like on a first date 
To avoid his wrath 
The woman, the woman 

She made me her plaything
the woman 
Forcing me to call her 
Madame 
When I crawl into bed
And she sounds the alarm 
She wants me to beg 
The infamous, the infamous 
She put around my neck 
the woman 
A studded necklace 
What a drama 
I crawl to her knees 
For her caresses and blows 
She nails me and unnails me 
The woman, the woman
 
But I know a day will come 
The woman 
Who'll get my soul 
My soul 
From Toulouse or Lille 
From Italy or Brazil 
Will land on my island 
The woman, the woman 
She'll hang around my neck 
The woman 
Offering her heart to my stroke 
Of my blade 
Then one fine morning 
My step beside hers 
I'll go holding hands 
Ma femme, ma Femme.

Lyrics by Lucien Corma, 03/2005
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 28/09/2023

La Femme (Lucien Corma / Myckaël Marcovic)

The country has fallen into chaos after the financial genius that was holding it all together woke up to find his young beautiful girlfriend had dissappered.   She was his , "Reason To Succeed."

My Reason To Succeed

Wanda came in
She was a whore
I left her cry
Beyond my door

Her kids were fine
She saw them no more
She dropped her life
For a guy named Grigor

Her sad stories
Are so funny
They make me laugh
Inside of me

I am alone
In this city
The girls and boys
Are ghosts to me

I kill the time
With stupid hobbies
I murder myself
Very slowly

Their sad stories
Are so funny
They make my life
A bit less gloomy

My name is Jenny
It is how they call me
I'm a lost girl
In this city

No thrill in here
Glimmering lights are silly
I'd rather be
Among the stars

Jenny

As forty one summers flew by. 
Damn your age and the blink of your eye.
As all presumed miscreance followed by recompense.
Now. 
You're half done.

The pretender who should have been king.
The same man who could not do a thing for himself.
Or others, not following? 
Hard pills to swallow in life.
What a world.

Look... it's boredom or love on the rocks.
There's no way to avoid aftershocks.
It's either earth shattering, else it's a tiny bit... dull.
Choose your girl.

The fantasy life of your mind, 
Can only replace certain parts of the world.
We all have to live in it, hard to find give in it.
Relax.
Have a whirl.

Now you... hold your hands out to me.
Like we've still got the time.
I remember sixteen.
Seems like yesterday, right?

Was there much money where you grew up?
Were there many reasons to aim up?
Was there bread in the bread bin and laughter and music and songs?
Sing alongs?

Were your twenties a wonderful time? 
Or did you spend it trying to make sense of the world.
A drunken, embittering, withering, dallying fool.
What a world.

Now you... hold your hands out to me.
Now we're all on the slide.
Do you remember sixteen?
Bet you had quite the time.

What has become?
Face the rising sun.

What has become?

Much more to come.
Face the rising sun.

Now you... hold your hands out to me.
Like your right at my side.
I remember sixteen.
It was yesterday, right.

Down we go.
Down deeper we go.

Forty-One

this music is inspired by the stories of H.P. Lovercraft

Haunted

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