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to be alone for a time, for a long time
on a road between contentments
witness trees in a line, in a long line
witness my resentments
every petty little thought of mine
 
where do you go, my darling?
when you do not sing
where do you go?
and you've been told 
the streaks of gold
in your hair mean nothing
oh no, not so
 
to be afraid for a time, for long time
that there's no angel watching
I see a sign in the breeze
in the wind in the trees
in the skies over Austin
 
where do you go, my darling?
when you do not sing
where do you go?
and you've been told 
the streaks of gold
in your hair mean nothing
oh no, not so

Witness Trees

We Don't Talk

Artist: Michael Lane
Song: Fire in the Night
ISRC: FRX202143833
Duration: 03:43
Label: Greywood Records (LC-30629)
Distribution: Cargo Digital

Song published by Edition mightytunes
Written by Michael Thomas Lane

Fire in the Night

Michael Lane - Fire in the Night

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A female vocalist sings a soulful, pop-country song with a moderate tempo. The song is in the key of C major. The instrumentation includes acoustic guitar, bass guitar, drums, and piano. The acoustic guitar plays a consistent strumming pattern throughout the song, providing a rhythmic and harmonic foundation. The bass guitar plays a simple, supportive line, emphasizing the root notes of the chords. The drums provide a steady, laid-back beat with a focus on the kick and snare, occasionally incorporating light cymbal work. The piano adds melodic fills and harmonic support, particularly during transitions and the chorus. The female vocalist has a clear, warm tone, utilizing a mix of chest and head voice with occasional vocal runs and ad-libs. The song structure follows a typical verse-chorus format with a bridge and outro. The melody is memorable and accessible, with a slightly melancholic yet hopeful feel. Production is clean and balanced, with all instruments clearly audible and the vocals prominent in the mix. Reverb is used subtly on the vocals and some instruments to create a sense of space.

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A cold, haunted forest stretches behind two figures who look as though they stepped out of a forgotten winter myth. On the left stands a weary, green-tinted trickster with sunken eyes and a resigned slouch — the Grinch reimagined through an emo, dark-pop lens. To the right is a somber horned figure with long black hair and hollowed features, a quiet and ancient Krampus

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Atlas Hands

Benjamin Francis Leftwich - Atlas Hands

Written by Alexander Biggs
Recorded and produced by Alexander Biggs
Mixed and mastered by Matthew Neighbour

Lyrics:
I wanna see you fight for the hell of it 
Pulling out your knife in the street light 
Shining so dull on the glitter that flickers like lightning 
Bouncing off the back of your blade 

I wanna see some blood on your fingernails 
Clawing at the club lines vanity 
There’s a pretty face in there too smart for her own good 
You’re bound to put her in her place 

And on the short ride home, we’ll k-hole in the taxi 
I don’t wanna feel a thing at all 
I’ve been losing all my lovers 
Is this what you wanted, Madeleine? 

I wanna get fucked up like a holiday 
Spending half my night in the pouring rain 
Oh I wanna numb my fingers and numb my brain 
Til I can’t feel anything at all 

I wanna stay this drunk, wanna celebrate 
Moving bar to bar like a slow parade 
Oh, I wanna ride like lightning and crash like thunder 
Riding down the tracks in our brain 

I got that sick, sick feeling to hurt somebody 
Babe, I think there’s something wrong in my brain 
I’ve been losing all my lovers 
Is this what you wanted Madeleine? 

And the sun has been out since I’ve been coming down 
I don’t know how much more I can take 
I’ve been lost I’ve been found asleep on the couch 
Just waiting for the light to fade 
And I’m trying to work out our wandering doubt 
Oh loving you is hard somedays 

I’ve been losing all my lovers is this what you wanted, Madeleine?

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