Deep Pockets


"Quase Primavera" é o primeiro álbum de Liah Sol, uma voz que nasce suave como brisa e firme como raiz.
Com 12 canções autorais, o disco é um mergulho no amor, na saudade, na paz e na poesia dos dias simples.
A sonoridade é folk-pop brasileiro, com violões que abraçam e letras que parecem cartas abertas ao coração.

Cada faixa foi criada com alma e verdade, explorando melodias calmas, harmonias leves e versos que conversam com quem sente o mundo com profundidade.
Produzido com cuidado artesanal, o álbum apresenta a essência da Liah:
delicadeza, força interior e uma conexão sincera com tudo que é real.

Ideal para dias nublados com esperança de sol,
ou noites estreladas cheias de lembrança. 🌙🌞



Do lado de ca - Liah Sol

恋吹雪

Where The Wind Begins

[TXT] SOOBIN’s 나의 봄의 이유

Feeling homeless in a house not meant for you.

Broken Man

Would you change your life if given the chance?  Sometimes life has more in store than you realise.

WOULD I CHANGE ANYTHING final.mp3

God Help The Outcasts (The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

[Verse 1]
First met you on the courthouse steps
You had a ticket for a car that was borrowed
You said "Take me to the firemen's ball
They'll forget about it by tomorrow"

[Verse 2]
We danced and you introduced me as your husband
It was just a little white lie
But I loved it
You said
"Let's go make it a little more true"
And we took off in a hurry
We got hitched and got it over
While the wedding bells were still ringin' in my ears

[Chorus]
Tell me
Girl
What was wrong with me?
Was it my taste in music or the way I kissed you?
Or the hours and hours that I spent with you in bed?
Was it something that I said?
Was it the way I held your hand
When you introduced me as your husband?
Why a girl wanna leave such a smart and gentle man?

[Verse 3]
You brought me to your parents' house
You said
"Just play along for the weekend"
They had their questions and their doubts
But by the end
They were believing

[Verse 4]
We had fun
We put on a good show
I guess some people just get off on pretending
I could tell that your daddy didn't like me much
So I left
'cause it seemed like the right thing
It was just the one time
But I know how much it meant to you
And I hope I didn't mess it up too bad

[Chorus]
Tell me
Girl
What was wrong with me?
Was it my taste in music or the way I kissed you?
Or the hours and hours that I spent with you in bed?
Was it something that I said?
Was it the way I held your hand
When you introduced me as your husband?
Why a girl wanna leave such a smart and gentle man?

Why me ?  Lyrics in description

Blank Canvas

A haunting eco-folk ballad told by Earth’s last standing tree as it watches its forest fall. With the sorrow of a whispered ghost story and the urgency of a dying wish, sparse guitar and a lone trembling voice unfold the tale. Bowed bass murmurs beneath verses, while tremolo strings swell into the chorus, deepening the anguish. By the final whisper, listeners are left chilled by the weight of what’s already gone.

[Verse 1]
First they took the willow’s sighs,
Then the redwoods, stripped and skinned.
Now the crows don’t call at morning—
Just the grind of steel on wind.

[Chorus]
Is there anyone who’ll listen?
Or am I the last who knows?
I can taste the diesel drifting…
Count my rings as the last one goes.

[Break]

[Verse 2]
They called it “better sunlight,”
Laid the concrete like a shroud.
Men in suits point at my branches,
Say, “It’s prettier as a cloud.”

[Bridge]
Do you hear my roots snap, cracking?
Does the earth still feel it too?
Or am I just a ghost already—
Just a shadow they’ll walk through?

[Final Chorus]
Now I know there’s no one coming…
No more stories left to grow.
Just the hush of falling timber—
Then the world they’ll never know.

[End]


Deep Pockets

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