بسم الله | الشيخ حسين الأكرف

سود الليالي

سفينة الألطاف | ملا حاتم العبدالله | مولد السيدة الزهراء | 1445 - 2024 م

سفينة الألطاف | ملا حاتم العبدالله | مولد السيدة الزهراء | 1445 - 2024

لحظة أمان

‎⁨الله يزيدك  الشيخ حسين الأكرف  يوم 16 صفر 1446 هـ⁩.m4a

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نعيم الخدامة | محمد بوجبارة | محرم 1447 هـ 2025 م

ليالي محرمك | محمد الحجيرات | 1447 هـ 2025 م م

Scars on the soul. Fire in the veins. The long road ahead.
Broken Highway is Frost Livingston’s return to the open road — a blues-soaked, southern-rock journey through heartbreak, survival, and redemption.

Each song burns with truth — from the storm-soaked swagger of “Whiskey Rain” to the late-night ache of “Cold Coffee Blues” and the triumphant fire of “Crash and Rise.” It’s the sound of a man who’s been through hell and came back driving harder than ever.

Gritty guitars, cinematic storytelling, and southern soul collide across 14 tracks that tell the next chapter of a life rebuilt from the ashes.
This isn’t just blues — it’s life behind the wheel, headlights through the dark, and faith that refuses to die.

“Broken Highway isn’t about where you’ve been — it’s about how far you’re willing to go.”

hd_12. Streetlight Saints

Who Is it that Is There
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

[instrumental]

[verse]
These days we're losing dreams
No quiet walks by clear streams
Instead, all we have left
Is busy days and hopeless schemes

In a struggle to keep up 
All of our time traded away
We race uphill all of our lives
Our world becomes all work, no play

All the silence given up
Only noise and endless choice
All the same, are we to blame?
Yet again, we had no voice

What is it that we do?
We turn to everything not true
We tell another lie
And blame the other guy

[chorus]
In these days of paranoia
Lives in vague despair
A small sound, we turn around
Who is it that is there?

[instrumental]

[verse]
Whichever way we try to turn
Another bridge ready to burn
In not too long, all options gone
We see, we've missed our turn

We look back, what should have been
Was there a path remained unseen
We did not pay attention
Is there hope for some redemption

Can we try to think of others
See that we are much more than brothers
We have leaders we can't trust
and we must do what we must

What is it that we do?
We turn to everything not true
We tell another lie
And blame the other guy

[chorus]
In these days of paranoia
Lives in vague despair
A small sound, we turn around
Who is it that is there?

Who is it that is there?

Who is it that is there?

Who is it that is there?

[instrumental]

[outro]

Arrangement: 
Nora + 70%
Dreamy electric organ lays the foundation, joined by reverb-soaked guitar with gentle vibrato. 
Bass pulses lazily while crisp snares and rolling toms lock a slow groove. 
Expressive, bluesy lead guitar, creating a lush psychedelic haze.

Who Is it that Is There

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