Name: henry, come on - lana del rey by 9ntice in Copy of Folk
Duration: 5 min 46 s
Description: lana del rey

why is this in a country music, in what country this is country music ??

i love your vocal style, very emotional performance, amazing.

Copy of Folk

Before It's Time

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Restless Mind

Restless Mind (feat. Avery Anna)

Alright, so this album, Silent Roads, is one of those deeply haunting, intimate collections that takes you right into the heart of lost love and longing. Imagine an album that feels like wandering down empty roads at night, where every song is like a memory coming back to life, even though it’s painful. The songs all have this soft, slow, acoustic feel, with instruments like piano, violin, and especially the guitar, which just aches with every note. It’s like the guitar itself is grieving, you know?

Each track really explores the weight of what’s left behind after a relationship falls apart—not just the sadness, but the regret, the unanswered questions, and that bittersweet “what if” that never goes away. The lyrics are so raw and direct, they kind of hit you with all the things we usually try to bury or avoid. Some tracks are about missed moments and things unsaid, while others are more about finally letting go, even though you’re not ready.

It’s all told from this really vulnerable perspective, with baritone vocals that feel weary and deeply reflective, like he’s just sitting there, talking to himself or maybe to her ghost. There are songs that mention memories of shared laughter, promises that couldn’t last. It’s incredibly poetic but painfully relatable, especially if you’ve ever gone through a breakup that left you with a sense of unfinished business.

I’d say Silent Roads is less about moving on and more about understanding that some love stays with you, no matter how far you go. It’s one of those albums where you don’t just listen; you feel it. Perfect for late nights when you just want to be alone with your thoughts.

only if you stayed

meka, the musical project of Melissa Lingo, blends introspective indie folk with intricate fingerpicking influenced by Nick Drake and Vashti Bunyan. A self-taught multi-instrumentalist, meka explores themes of grief, hope, and nature. Raised in a mountain town dedicated to astronomy, her music reflects a fascination with the cosmos and ecology, shaped by travel and solitude. Her songs turn life’s pain into ethereal beauty, like candlelight in dark corners.

Listen:
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Connect with meka https://www.instagram.com/singingblackhole/

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I Can't Help But Wonder

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[Intro]
Me paré en el fuego, sin miedo a quemarme,
porque ya aprendí que la vida es un combate.
No vine de un cuento, vine de calles y gritos,
donde la esperanza muchas veces se ha caído.

[Verso 1]
Nací en la tierra donde la luz se esconde,
donde el hambre no pregunta y el frío responde.
Vi a mi madre sudar pa’ que nada nos falte,
y al padre irse lejos, dejando el alma en un malete.

Crecí con el ruido de protestas y balas,
entre apagones que apagan las alas.
La escuela fue un sueño que nunca se cumplió,
pero aprendí en la calle.

[Coro]

Uno Cantando desde el pecho, 
en la ultima palabra de cada linea,
No me digas que hay salida,
si to’s los caminos duelen.
Aquí aprendimos a vivir
con lo poquito que nos queda.

No es que no quiera soñar,
es que dormir cuesta vida.
Y si sobrevivo un día más…
le doy gracias a la herida.
le doy gracias a la herida.
le doy gracias a la herida.
le doy gracias a la herida.

[Reflexion]
¿Sabes qué es crecer en un país que se cae a pedazos…?
Es ver a tu mamá decirte que está bien… con los ojos aguados y el estómago vacío.

Aquí no hay cuento de hadas… hay historias que no se pueden contar sin llorar.
Aquí los niños no sueñan con castillos… sueñan con comer.

Pero.

[Final]
No es por moda que me viste la pobreza,
es porque nací entre balas, arepas y promesas.
Mi escuela fue la acera, mi grado: resistencia,
y mi maestría… sobrevivir sin clemencia.

Aquí la juventud no envejece,
se oxida.
Aquí lo real no se filtra,
se grita.

Somos los hijos del apagón,
los que aprendimos a escribir con el corazón.
Y aunque la historia se quiera borrar…
la sangre del pueblo no se puede olvidar.

Sobreviviente

I. The Loops

Sometimes I feel a victim inside my own mind.
Sometimes my alibi invents my own lies.
Sometimes my head hides the self that creates myself.

II. The Friend / The Enemy

Sometimes I’m my own best friend,
taking my enemy’s hand.
Sometimes my wants befriend me,
but my needs cast me into my deeds.

III. The Eyes

Sometimes my enterprise generates eyes
that can’t see past my eyes.
Sometimes my thoughts create versions of me
I never meant to be.

IV. The Love

Sometimes I can’t give me
the love I need to see.
Sometimes I can’t create the eye in time,
or the life in mind.

V. The Confusion

Sometimes I can’t get out of my own way.
Sometimes I don’t know which way.
Sometimes I need to be.
Sometimes I need to see.

VI. The Remembering

Sometimes I need to remind me.
Sometimes I need to remember who I am.
Sometimes I don’t know who I am.
Sometimes I’m only what I am—
but I can’t see past who I am.

VII. The Duality

Because the me of the eye is not always
the eye in the me.
I’m a duality inside a head,
coming to a mind to see.

VIII. The Veil

I can’t see past the veil I create.
I can’t see past the mind I feed.
I can’t see past the eye I want to date—
but I have to learn how to.

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