Name: Paddy and the Crow by McFloosey
Duration: 9 min 57 s
Description: Dark, strange. mystical, mythical, nature, irish, instrumental

Whiskey Is Warmer Than You By Jenni Cary

Rabid By Jenni Cary

The Valley of Knockanure - Pearse Larkin

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:
https://idol-io.ffm.to/temperance

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

meka - Temperance

Full album: https://on.soundcloud.com/G75wVH4ivAjOn2dNNj

Lyrics:

"They’ll call you crazy," 
they always do,
say you’re chasing 
things no one pursues.
They’ll roll their eyes, 
they’ll shake their heads,
“Who are you to dream that big?” they said.

They don’t understand,
you were made for this.
They won’t see it coming,
you carry the gift.
You hold the strength,
you bring the shift.

“You know nothing,” 
they will shout,
“Where’s your title? 
What’s your route?”
They’ll laugh and point 
from their safe ground,
while you’re building storms 
without a sound.

They don’t understand,
you were made for this.
They won’t see it coming,
you carry the gift.
You hold the strength,
you bring the shift.

You walk alone, 
but not in fear,
your fire speaks 
when none will hear.
Born with light 
they tried to dim,
but stars don’t ask 
the world to grin.

Let them doubt, let them resist,
true change was never born to fit.
The wheel of life won’t place you high or low
it takes you where you’re meant to go.
But only a few know how to draw
the map that leads through fire and flaw.

They don’t understand,
you were made for this.
They won’t see it coming,
you carry the gift.
You hold the strength,
you bring the shift.

So stand your ground 
and face the fire,
you were never meant 
to just admire.
The world will change 
because you stayed—
not when they clapped,
but when they swayed.

The wheel of life

                   

the song is metaphorical...not biographical 

Princess Margaret                                                                                    
The pageant begins, now court is in session
I bow to your Grace, that look on your face,
the serpent uncoils.
                                                                       
Its venom released, the cameras don’t see it.
No word out of place, alone in this space, how could we be royals?

Just as Princess Margaret tried 
to find a place to ride.                                                               Put out on parade, she could not be saved
Her dog days are through
She danced in the night
Then gave in to the fight  
So when you play the Queen
I'll be the Princess Margaret for you 

The royal blue, this tainted luxury. 
Just like the fear, I keep inside of me. 
We’ll keep our distance, just like the monarchy.                                                                      
When you play the Queen, I'll be the Princess Margaret for you

Here comes the Prince, you know the one ‘cross the ocean.
Changing his name, he found future and fame, then something to do.

And like the soon to be King, he’s been waiting forever.
It’s really too much, this brief human touch, he gives me and you.


Princess Margaret tried,
To find a place to hide.
The royal parade, she could not be saved,
Her dog days are through.
She danced in the night.
Then gave in to the fight.
So when you play the Queen, 
I'll be the Princess Margaret for you.

That jewel you crave, our crown of destiny.
These games we play, you’ve got to ride with me.
Wave to the crowds, cause they can't really see,
How you play the Queen and I play the Princess Margaret for you.
You play the Queen and I'll be the Princess Margaret for you. 




Princess Margaret

Música Henri Salvador
Saxofone Daniel Vissotto
Voz Anna Carolina Rimoli
Arranjo Daniel Vissotto

Jardin D'hiver (Henri Salvador) [Releitura]

She,
 eats the flies,
 as she speaks,
ohhhh,
Their wings,
 still trembling,
 on her cheeks.

They crawl from lips where poison sleeps—

Ohhhhh,
She smiles, 
and promises she keeps.

The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,


But hear them snap—
those little bones—

Each lie she speaks becomes a groan.
Ohhhhhh,
Hmmmmmmm,


The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,

The flies,
 are crushed in rotting teeth,
A grinding truth,

 that crawls beneath.
Ohhhhhh,

Her eyes are glass,
 her hands are still,
Yet in her mouth,
 a glutton’s thrill—

The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,

She,
 eats the flies,
 as she speaks,
ohhhh,
Their wings,
 still trembling,
 on her cheeks.

She feasts on grief,
 on sins half-spoke,

While in her throat the dead things choke.
Ohhhhhh,

The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
ohhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,

She,
 eats the flies,
 as she speaks,
ohhhh,
Their wings,
 still trembling,
 on her cheeks.


She eats the flies—
she eats regret.
Hmmmmmm,

And with each bite,
 she can’t forget.
So let her talk,
 and let them die—

The truth decays. The flies still lie.

The Lies Between Her Teeth,
Ohhhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth,
Ohhhhhh,
The Lies Between Her Teeth.

pb2025

Paddy and the Crow

McFloosey

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