Sade ~ Is it a Crime ? ( Live )

Flow - Sade (Slowed)

Maybe Hugo - Like B4

[Verse]
Copper gears hum in the deep blue glare
My goggles fog with the briny air
The steam pipe whistles
A lonesome tune
Beneath a brass-tinged afternoon

[Prechorus]
Through spyglass cracked and rimmed with rust
I glimpse the future
I taste the dust

[Chorus]
Islands on the horizon
Resplendent
Promises of dreams
Luminescent
Do they rise from dreams or sinking land
Islands on the horizon
I’ll take my stand

[Verse 2]
Pipes drip echoes of the engine’s groan
The sea’s a clockwork beast
All teeth and bone
A zephyr bites
It chills my skin
But my heart’s a boiler
Roaring within

[Chorus]
Islands on the horizon
Resplendent
Promises of dreams
Luminescent
Do they rise from dreams or sinking land
Islands on the horizon
I’ll take my stand

[Bridge]
Ropes creak like whispers
The mast sways low
What treasures wait where the wild winds blow
A clock ticks faster
The hour draws near
Do we conquer fate or bow to fear

[Chorus]
Islands on the horizon
Resplendent
Promises of dreams
Luminescent
Do they rise from dreams or sinking land
Islands on the horizon
I’ll take my stand

Land of a Thousand Islands

They Say It’s Spring

A friend of mine asserted that this song, by Soviet singer-songwriter and poet Vladimir #vysotsky is “a perfect song”. So, I couldn't resist the opportunity to explore, and manifest my old, mysterious Russian-speaking fantasy hehe... 

EPx3 flows from gipsy duende lofi world fusion to yeehaw psychedelic americana blues 🎤🪆

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Here’s a poetic #lyrics translation (by Vagalec):
The Mountain Echo (after Vladimir Vysotsky)
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In a mountain pass, where the rocks for the winds are no checkers (no checkers),
Where no one has ever set foot, so steep is the rise (so steep is the rise),
There once lived a jubilant, cheerful mountain echo,
It answered all calls, and replied to the cries, human cries.

When loneliness suddenly fills our heart with despair (with despair),
And when a low sound of pain down the cliff starts to land (starts to land),
The echo, adroitly, will pick up the call,And handling with care,
Will lift it, and louder, with tenderness take it in hand.

But some scoundrels, madmen and drunkards, got round (got round),
So that no one might hear the footfall and snort (footfall and snort),
Intending to silence and murder the gorge, living canyon
They bound up the echo, and stopped up its mouth ere they shot.

And so it went on, their bloody, ferocious, enraged merrymaking 
No sound could be heard as they trampled the echo, made fun of it, mocked...
They shot, in the morning, the quieted mountain echo (mountain echo)
And tears gushed out like stones from the wounds of the rock...

And tears gushed out like stones from the wounds of the rock...
And tears gushed out like stones from the wounds of the rock...

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[03] The Echo Song - Vladimir Vysotsky Cover - Russian BLOWsutra Classic Psychedelic Banjo BLUES

Was in a dark place for a few weeks. Coming back out into the light. 

Lyrics:

A cave of my own making...
Dirty hoodie with no crest...
Eyes locked on the ground—
Couldn’t handle what had left...

So I baptize myself each morning,
With city water and my breath,
Tryna find the courage
To let my heart veer from my chest.

Was lost for a moment—yeah, I’ve been here before,
Only feel the highs with lows knockin’ on my door.
I dream of infinite horizons, a future without force,
Of flowing without effort, drawing power from the Source.

Processing, processing, so much to pass through,
The iron grows thicker on the gates I once knew.
From a prior turn of spiral that fractals through all form,
Each moment is a snowflake—new veils have been torn.

Was lost for a moment, but I’ve been here before—
Only feel the highs with lows knockin’ on my door.
Yeah, the sky still circles through me, the wind begins to roar,
And my soul opens to the infinite—a little free-er than before.
(A little free-er than before… yeah, a little free-er than before.)

I’ve circled back around, now near the distant shore,
My eyes peer dead ahead to the adventure still in store.
Cause this heart of mine still beatin’, only drum I can’t ignore,
And the sky still circles through me, a little free-er than before. 
Yeah, the sky still circles through me, a little free-er than before.

Was lost for a moment, but I’ve been here before—
Only feel the highs with lows knockin’ on my door.
The horizon draws within me, the sky becomes my floor,
My soul opens to the infinite—a little free-er than before.
(Yeah, a little free-er... than before...)

A Little Free-er Than Before

Rings of Smoke

Written, produced and performed by Faye Meana

Mastered by Dave Turner @360 Mastering Ltd

Cover Picture by Thursday
https://www.instagram.com/thursday15th/

Now You See

Not For Me

Masterpiece

Dallas based song writer, enjoy writing RnB, soul, electronica and indie tracks, with a futuristic vibe.

They Say It’s Spring

Ghost Frequency