The sun went down but I stayed dark
Lost myself in the waves at the park
No signal, no buzz, no beacon to see
My phone was off just like me

Why didn't you call is what you said
But I was lost inside my head
Silent as a night with no stars in the sky
My phone was off and so was I

Time dripped slow like honey on stone
A quiet rebellion I faced alone
No excuses, no lies, just the raw truth bare
I wasn’t plugged in I wasn’t aware

Why didn't you call is what you said
But I was lost inside my head
Silent as a night with no stars in the sky
My phone was off and so was I

Airplanes hum but they don’t land
Clock spins free in an empty hand
I hear your voice but I can’t reply
I was shut down no reason why

Now I’m back in the rhythm you crave
Blame it on the break that I gave
Wasn’t the world just too much to see
My phone was off just like me

Why didn't you call is what you said
But I was lost inside my head
Silent as a night with no stars in the sky
My phone was off and so was I

Cruella - Why Didn't You Call?

See You Up There

Title: Trinity.of.Sound Releases New Single "Before The White Man"

With "Before The White Man," Trinity.of.Sound takes us on an emotional journey to a time of untouched nature and boundless freedom. The song's international pop sound combines modern rhythms with a deep longing for a world in harmony with itself – a world where eagles flew, buffalo herds roamed, and the drums on the riverbank set the beat of life.

The poignant lyrics paint pictures of vast landscapes, dancing fires, and a lost harmony. "Where the rivers ran, before the white man came," sings Trinity.of.Sound, creating a goosebump-inducing moment that lingers long after. "Before The White Man" is more than just a song – it's a powerful statement and a melancholic reminder of what was. Immerse yourself in this unforgettable sound.

Lyrics Copyright by Trinity.of.Sound  / Title: Before The White Man / Length: 05:13 

Oooohhhh  Jaeeehhhh

I hear the wind, it calls my name,
Through hills of sage, it sounds the same,
Before the white man came to stake,
We’d dance at dawn by the river’s lake.

Our fires burned, the stars would sigh,
No fences stood between the sky,
We lived with deer and bison free,
A land of song and harmony.

Oh the wind would roam,
Through the quiet home,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.
Oh the drums would beat,
Under moon’s retreat,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.

The eagle soared with wings so wide,
Our children played by the riverside,
We sang in time with rolling streams,
The world was bright, alive with dreams.

Now the forest weeps, the old oaks fall,
Still I wander here, I recall it all,
The laughter gone, the songbird cries,
A lost world’s truth beneath these skies.

Oh the wind would roam,
Through the quiet home,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.
Oh the drums would beat,
Under moon’s retreat,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.


Oh the wind would roam,
Through the quiet home,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.
Oh the drums would beat,
Under moon’s retreat,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.

I feel the dust beneath my feet,
Where horses ran with thunder’s beat,
Where clans would gather, voices high,
Songs of earth that touched the sky.

The river’s bend where elders spoke,
With wisdom strong in every smoke,
Their stories carved in canyon walls,
Now silent there, the eagle calls.

The drumbeat fades, the fire’s cold,
The songs once young, now ages old,
Yet in my heart, the memories sing,
Of dancing free in endless spring.

Oh the wind would roam,
Through the quiet home,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.
Oh the drums would beat,
Under moon’s retreat,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.

I feel the dust beneath my feet,
Where horses ran with thunder’s beat,
Where clans would gather, voices high,
Songs of earth that touched the sky.

The river’s bend where elders spoke,
With wisdom strong in every smoke,
Their stories carved in canyon walls,
Now silent there, the eagle calls.

The songs once young, now ages old,
Yet in my heart, the memories sing,
Of dancing free in endless spring.

Oh the wind would roam,
Through the quiet home,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.
Oh the drums would beat,
Under moon’s retreat,
Where the rivers ran,
Before the white man.





Before The White Man

“I’ll Never Forget Your Name” is a tender ballad honoring a departed friend whose presence lingers in dreams, memories, and the soul’s quiet song. With poetic lyrics and emotional depth, the piece expresses how love transcends fading memory. The sound gently swells from intimate acoustic textures into a full orchestral embrace, echoing the journey from grief to grace, from loss to everlasting connection.

I'll never forget Your Name

Where you fell

Phantom Serenade

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Lyrics 

Wiped Out 

I clawed through dirt and broke through stone.
Fought hard to breath, was all alone.
Each upward inch, a victory won.
Just want a glimpse, a ray of sun.

Hold on, go on and try to dance.
Hold on, go on, there is a chance.

But then this wave. Shattered again.
Left in the dust. I'm back in pain.
There was this wave. It wasn't loud.
Left in the dust. I'm wiped out.

I opened up while shadows crept. 
Gave heart and soul, made conscious steps. 
A rare connection, burning eyes.
I risked it all, killed butterflies.

Hold on, go on and try to dance.
Hold on, go on, there is a chance.

But then this wave. Shattered again.
Left in the dust. I'm back in pain.
There was this wave. It wasn't loud.
Left in the dust. I'm wiped out.

Now, what is left, deep inside?
Too many hopes already died. 
I'm lost in silence, cold and deep.
Fear broken dreams forever sleep.

Hold on, go on and try to dance.
Hold on, go on, there is a chance.

But then this wave. Shattered again.
Left in the dust. I'm back in pain.
There was this wave. It wasn't loud.
Left in the dust. I'm wiped out.
But then this wave. Shattered again.
Left in the dust. I'm back in pain.
There was this wave. It wasn't loud.
Left in the dust. I'm wiped out.

© Sarima 

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Wiped Out

plenty of dust

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