The Second High

While I Was Dying

Why'd they tear down Opryland for a dumb mall? We've been mourning for 30 years. 

Opryland

Cuando solo una persona de la relación intenta salvarla, llega el punto en que esa persona decide irse, cansada de intentar 

Ahora soy yo.mp3

The Loan (home demo)

Penjaga Hati

Ayer, hoy y cualquier día

Loveless Divine

Une invitation à plonger dans les profondeurs de la nuit, à voyager à travers des paysages oniriques, pour révéler la lumière et se déposer tout au fond du coeur de Soi m'aime.

Merci à Mohit Shankar pour cette magique co-création.

Composition, paroles, voix : Elya Lûn
Composition, Guitare, arrangement : Mohit Shankar

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La Nuit

Bells of November ⛪️🔔🍂🍁
26 years in the making, finally dropped
wrote the melody + og chorus like 10 yrs ago, just finished the lyrics this season. gave it that warm western-lofi sauce: dusty ukulele, crying steel, soft bells, sunset strings, retro but 2025 crisp
arkansas girl x february spark x november vows x three grown kids x still dumb in love
pure porch-vibes, autumn feels, family love letter on repeat
hit play and feel the cozy 🧡
2025 version

Bells of November

Bells of November⛪️🔔(2025)

PSALMS – VOL. IX: WATCHTOWER HYMNS – The Shaken Remnant

Synopsis:
Volume IX (Psalms 121–135) plays like a staircase of choir songs for travelers—pilgrims singing under a watchful God. It opens with “Keeper of My Steps,” a steady ascent psalm about the God who doesn’t sleep, then enters the city with “City of Our Feet,” praying peace over old stones and thrones. “Eyes Lifted Higher” cries for mercy under scorn, and “If Not for You” is a full-choir testimony of almost being swept away. The middle stretch circles trust and community: “Like the Mountain” anchors faith in a ring of hills, “Tears in One Hand” walks the path of sowing in grief and reaping in laughter, “House We Can’t Build” and “Belonging at the Table” frame home, children, and daily work as gifts you can’t secure by hustle alone. The back half leans harder into scars and quiet hope: “Lines on My Back” remembers persecution without surrender, “Watchman’s Morning” waits for God like dawn on night shift, “Quieted” is a tiny lullaby of humility, “Promise in the Bones” sings David’s oath and God’s reply, “Oil and Dew” celebrates unity as thick blessing, “Night Shift Blessing” nods to those who worship in the dark hours, and “Name Above the Noise” closes with a full-band choir anthem over dead idols and fading empires. Arrangements are choir-forward—call-and-response, stacked harmonies, and room-singing energy—while still sounding like a Shaken Remnant record, not a worship set.

Like the Mountain | Psalm 125

South of the River is a tight, funny, quietly emotional London tale told across one long night and its soft morning after. Electro-acoustic guitars, late-city beats and warm, conversational vocals follow a twenty-something trying to get home for Sunday lunch after a simple drink turns into a full south-of-the-river odyssey. There’s chaos, a stray dog, a night bus standoff, a lock-in, a near ghosting, and a sprint back across the bridge — but underneath the misadventure sits a deeper story about love, luck, and growing up slowly in a city that forgives more than it forgets.
A messy night out becomes a small myth about finding your footing, keeping your promises, and returning to the people who make you try.

While I Was Dying

LizStringer