Sun Without the Heat

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ivanovitch.music@gmail.com

Radicale, arty et indépendante, la musique d'IVANOVITCH est un entrelacs de guitares et d'instruments électroniques posés sur des textes ciselés, les pages d'un journal intime, entre rêves et réalité.

composer, cellist, poet, planetary geologist | scribbling & bowing fervently for The Scientific Endeavour with @gothhabiba

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.


Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat:
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on.

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us LIVE to make men FREE,
While God is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
God is marching on!

New Album 'Sun Without The Heat’ Out Now On @antirecords. https://leylamccalla.ffm.to/swth

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Leyla McCalla