Field of Ashes

Je veux Plus que ça (fr vers)  by @sensory987.mp3

Think about the silence before we speak,
These days, I can’t go without feeling weak.
We’re cutting off the chances to make amends,
Oh, darling, sometimes it’s too late to pretend.
Let’s hold onto the pieces before it ends.

Nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows me like you.

Waiting for the moment to break apart,
Comfort’s just the plaster over a broken heart.
We’re running out of reasons, but we’re standing still,
Oh, baby, sometimes it’s not enough to will.
Let’s save what’s left before we lose the thrill.

Nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows me like you.

Every word we say feels so sharp and thin,
Are we still here, or have we given in?

Nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows me like you.
Nobody knows me like you.

Nobody Knows Me Like You Do

I breathe the ghost of your perfume,
Like smoke that lingers past the bloom.
I was never meant to hold—
Take it back, let it slip through,
Take it back, let the dark take you.

You moved like silver on the tide,
A phantom ship, a choppy ride.
Your fingers traced, then disappeared—
Be still, be still, as the night pulls tight,
Be still, be still, like a whisper at night.

High upon the mountain, where the cold winds spin,
Carved your name in frost, 'til the sun seeped in.
Down below the valley, where the canyon keeps,
I was a flicker to you once—now the embers sleep.

You loved me silent, out of reach,
A fading sermon, lost to the breach.
This road was traced in brittle lines—
This is the way I knew it would break,
This is the way you left with the ache.

High upon the mountain, where the cold winds spin,
Carved your name in frost, 'til the sun seeped in.
Down below the valley, where the canyon keeps,
I was a flicker to you once—now the embers sleep.

Brittle Lines

Oh, oh, oh,you said you'd be right back... 

I don't want to be crippled and cracked
Shattered and thrown to the wolves
You said you'd be right back
But only the wind carries your voice
I'm left without a choice
And it hurts.

I wait for the answer, but nothing remains.
The answer is hollow, the question’s the same.

Give me an answer, show me a sign.
Are we paper boats, lost in the tide?
You say it’s nothing, but I feel it inside
My bones are breaking, my wolves howl alive 

Oh, oh, oh,you said you'd be right back... 

Footsteps in snowfall, a trail disappearing
I trace every word like a curse worth repeating.
Is this the moment the past lets me go?
Or am I just learning what I should have known?...
I'm left without a home...
And it hurts 

Give me an answer, show me a sign
Are we paper boats, lost in the tide?
You say it’s nothing, but I feel it inside
My bones are breaking, my wolves howl alive 

Oh, oh, oh,you said you'd be right back...

Wolves & Bones

Todos na luta em prol da preservação do meio ambiente, da Terra e da vida!

A World Worth Saving

The song "Common Love" reflects the struggles of growing up in poverty and finding strength through love and family. It describes a tough life with no money, cold nights, and constant hardship, but emphasizes how love acts as a shield and source of resilience. The narrator's parents, especially their mother's prayers and father's wisdom, provide emotional strength despite material lack. The chorus highlights how love among common people is powerful and unbreakable, even when life feels harsh. The song blends hip-hop beats and shoegaze elements to create a melancholic yet hopeful tone, reinforcing the message that love and unity are more valuable than wealth.



Common Love

Und der Wind pfeift

Somewhere in the dark, I hear you say my name
Like a lighthouse calling, like a hand in the rain

I leave notes on the mirror, trace my name in the dust
Tie a ribbon ‘round my finger, but time still forgets us
The days slip through like water, the years move like the tide
But I know you’ll be waiting, standing just outside.
Oh, I know you'll be waiting, standing just outside.

If I forget my own name, will you whisper it slow?
Like the wind through the branches, like a song only we know
If my thoughts start to wander, if the room feels too wide
Will you pull me in closer, keep me safe by your side?

I lose track of the seasons, but I remember your face
The warmth in your laughter, the way your touch stays
You sing in the kitchen, some tune from before
And I follow the sound back home to your door.
Oh, I follow the sound back home to your door.

If I forget my own name, will you whisper it slow?
Like the wind through the branches, like a song only we know
If my thoughts start to wander, if the room feels too wide
Will you pull me in closer, keep me safe by your side?

Time is a thief with no kindness to spare
But love is a lantern, still glowing somewhere
So when the light flickers, when I start to stray
Promise you’ll find me, and show me the way.

If I forget my own name, will you whisper it slow?
Like the wind through the branches, like a song only we know
If my thoughts start to wander, if the room feels too wide
Will you pull me in closer, keep me safe by your side?

If I forget my own name, will you say it once more?
Like a prayer in the morning, like a wave on the shore

If I forget my own name, will you say it once more?
Like a prayer in the morning, like a wave on the shore

If I Forget My Own Name

The floor's gone soft in the café where you swore you'd write your novel
Chipped tile glints like broken glass in puddles near the bottles
They serve espresso in the same gold cups but the mold is ankle-deep
And no one looks down anymore— they toast what they can keep 

Oh, Venice is still standing just barely above the tide
We speak like we're still dancing but we’ve drifted out of time
You said, "nothing sinks in a dream" but the water doesn’t lie
I keep coming back to the waterline where we said goodbye 

Your laugh still echoes off the walls of rooms we left untouched
Paintings peel, the frames stay hung— we called that holding on too much
I pass the palazzo where you brushed my hand like Da Vinci sketching ghosts
Unfinished lines in master plans that never came too close 

Venice is still breathing but she’s tired behind her eyes
Cathedrals full of silence and bells too proud to cry
You said, “what lasts is what we lose” but I’m not sure you were right
I keep coming back to the waterline to ask it why 

There’s mold on the marble but the ceiling still clings
A thousand-foot sky, above waterlogged things
You once said beauty isn’t built— it’s what survives the fall
But survival’s just another word for losing it all 

Venice is still lovely but not the way it was
We dress up ghosts in velvet then wonder why they pause
You said, “meet me in the ruins” and I swear, I still try
I keep coming back to the waterline to feel alive 

The city won’t shout, but it knows how to grieve
And I walk it in silence, ankle-deep
In the space between what we were and what’s left behind—
I wait at the waterline

At Waterline

Wish You Were Still Here

This song is a deeply personal reflection on love, loss, and the memories that linger. With raw, emotive lyrics that capture the essence of cherished moments, it paints a vivid picture of vulnerability and timeless longing. Its storytelling speaks to the bittersweet beauty of holding onto what once was, embracing emotions that are both haunting and comforting. A ballad for those who understand the enduring power of memory and the impact of a love that shapes a lifetime.

Forever Mine (Remastered)

True peace of mind
is so  oh, hard to find
but we feel it most at
Christmas time
when everyone is
in the giving mood
just for 24 hours or so,
when the troubles of the
world seldom intrude
people tend to look back
on all those times less rude
but when it’s all over
and it’s good will’s removed
we slip right back
into disquietude
disquietude

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Acacia

Pink devil

I was born to a woman who was pretty, and I was pretty too. 
Pretty didn't mean what you might think. 
It's also not all fun too. 
Pretty means you are loved for looks
and hated for brains

people stunned when you don't line up with 
the image they imagined, some sour result of fake fame 

But I was born to a woman who was pretty and well 
I am pretty too. 
She used her pretty to dig gold then grow old and through tar she lost her soul. 
Now I'm left pretty, and know what a weapon it could be. 
But man, I've also been Two hundred and ninety pounds too. 
No one is perfect see? 

I have stretchmarks, and they are no longer red, little silver lines, with saggy skin I dread. 

Wear a bathing suit? Yeah right dream on, If im wearing a bathing suit, the worlds ended, sound an alarm. 

But people question they dig and poke
why no swim suit
your body's the best 
we would never joke

and then I want too 
of course it would be nice
but its also so revealing it gives me nightmares at night

I was born to a pretty woman 
and i am pretty too
but im marked with the stories of life
been ruined by peoples words
and I'm just happy in my jeans and boots. 

Dressing up for others, was a desperate grab, just trying so hard to get the attention from one, that all the others I didn't want would give me

attention I never had

Dressing up for yourself 
Is fun beyond doubt
until you gain weight and want to puke on the cloths you laid out 

Performance wise, I want to be able to move, I want to be resting weight human

I want to be light but not thin and well there it is
why did i want that at all? 

This songs complicated and simple at the same time
I was born pretty
(but) to me
but I'm ugly inside

Pretty Too

Born Pretty

MyKingFalls Collective Is a music Collective Project, Different Styles and Vibes.

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The Grimm Gospel - Gothic Folk, Psychedelic Folk
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Minor Ritual - Indie, Post Rock
Field Of Ashes - Ambient Post Rock
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The Velvetines - 70's Psychedelic Rock 
Ryder Lux - Pop & Tropical House
James Morrisoni - Classic Rock
The Quiet Verse - Lo-Fi Hip Hop, Soul & Rap
The Weeping King - Soulful Rock, Alternative Rock
Two Tribes Theory - Rap, Reggae, Afrobeat Fusion
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