Name: Always A Sunday by The Devil In Virginia
Duration: 3 min 52 s
Description: A stripped back live version of this track can be found at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8NaJSMJqgi4

i'm getting a george harrison vibe from this

This is super cool! Super catchy  rhythm and great vocals! Very nice song! I will share it around! ^^

Love the powerful sound you achieved !! Beautiful

A stripped back live version of this track can be found at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8NaJSMJqgi4

Always A Sunday

Starlings in Winter - Freyja Elsy

Performed by Clare Hammond

© Freyja Elsy Music 2019

Starlings In Winter - Freyja Elsy (performed By Clare Hammond)

Momentum by Freyja Elsy 

Performed at Cardiff University's Composition Showcase 2019 by:
Charlotte Pittaway - Flute
Tammy Sullivan - Oboe
Kirsty Porter - Bassoon
Helen Edwards - Horn
Lloyd Cottrell - Bb Clarinet

© Freyja Elsy Music 2019

Momentum - Freyja Elsy (Composition Showcase 2019)

I really hope you love my new POP track ' Fantasy', from the heart :) x

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Ruth Merian - fantasy

Texte Français et Google traduction

LA POUDRE BLANCHE...

Il se jouait à la russe
Bravant sa roulette
Se cherchant des plus
En laissant les miettes.
Il écœurait de sentiments
Surtout pas de haine
Aux injustices seulement
En vivant dans la peine.

Il se prenait des interdits
Qui grilleraient son temps
Sans se trouver maudit
Pour rêver en plus grand.
Il traînait son ombre
La suivant par derrière
Les regards de ce monde
Pas bien fait pour lui plaire.

La poudre blanche, retrousser la manche
Et quand bien même, ceux qui en prennent
Il n’y aura plus, depuis le début
Aux artifices, que la fin de triste

Il mettait ses oeillères
Pour aller tout droit
En courant vers l’enfer
Qu’il espérait moins froid.
Ce n’est la peur au ventre
Qui le ferait partir
Aux ténèbres impatientes
Mais pourquoi vouloir en finir?

Il se riait des sorts
Dans tous leurs tirages
Taquinant la mort
Qu’elle vienne avant l’âge.
Dans les méandres des rues
Malfamées de racailles
Il s’était tout juste perdu
Mais fallait-il qu’il s’en aille?

La poudre blanche, retrousser la manche
Et quand bien même, ceux qui en prennent
Il n’y aura plus, depuis le début
Aux artifices, que la fin de triste,
Que la fin de triste.

Salut bien bas, adieu à toi.

WHITE POWDER

He was playing Russian
Braving his roulette
Looking for each other
By leaving the crumbs.
He was disgusted with feelings
Don’t you hate me
To injustices only
By living in pain.

He was taking prohibitions
That would blow his time
Without being cursed
To dream bigger.
He dragged his shadow
The next one from behind
The eyes of this world
Not good for her.

White powder, roll up the handle
And still, those who take it
There will be no more, from the beginning
To the artifices, that the end of sad

He wore his blinders
To go straight
Running to hell
That he hoped less cold.
It’s not fear in the belly
That would make him go
To the impatient darkness
But why do you want to end it?

He laughed at the spells
In all their prints
Teasing the death
Let her come before age.
In the meanders of the streets
Thugs of the street
He just got lost
But did he have to go?

White powder, roll up the handle
And still, those who take it
There will be no more, from the beginning
To the artifices, that the end of sad,
Only the end of sad.

Hello down, goodbye to you.

LA POUDRE BLANCHE (La destruction)

Insects written, produced and recorded by RosesAreBlue
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All rights reserved June 2020
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Please rescue an insect today
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I see you strutting
Standing on my head
Going round and round
I see you coming

La la la la la
La la la la la ....

If only they could see
All the things you do
With all of my heart
I promise you
I will rescue you

I see you strutting
Standing on my leg
Going up and down
Over walls and up the trees
I see you running

If only they could see
All the things you do
With all of my heart
I promise you
I'll rescue you

If only they could see
All the things you do
With all of my heart
I promise you
I'll rescue you

La la la la la ....

Insects | RosesAreBlue

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.  Featuring...Gibson 335 Electric Guitar solo, Flute solo, Vibraphone solo, Tenor Saxophone solo, Fender Rhodes keyboard, Gibson L5 Electric guitar Rhythm, Godin Electric Guitar Rhythm, String Quartet Rhythm, Cello, Fender Electric Bass Regular, Fender Electric Bass Flanging, Trap Drum set, Funk, Percussion.

Rain Flower

Rain flower

【ニルヴァーナ】

もがいた矛盾の生、光はどこだ
死、衝動　生の業、あの日

Hello Hello Hello
How Low, How Low, How Low
Hello Hello How Low
Hello, How Low

Nirvana, My libido, and  I terror, My libido

終わり無き無限の生、命の正体
希望も絶望も抱きしめて行こう

Hello Hello Hello
How Low, How Low, How Low
Hello Hello How Low
Hello, How Low

Nirvana, My libido, and  I terror, My libido

ニルヴァーナ【Nirvana】

Quarter Century

"oh my little girl", he told me
"listen, starlight, listen, and glisten, glisten, glisten"
i wouldn't mind, you see, but i can't find your hedonistic sound in here
in my friends' flats on top of the world
with ordered food and list of Netflix shows to watch
but i'll stay here with you, i promise, i do
you're an old poet but you make me feel alive much more

Lord, prosper! he does his way
he never worries about Your will
Lord, prosper! he hasn't learned his lines
Lord, prosper! him, i can't decline

your words speak truth to me, strong verse
agonic metaphors, your rage, it all flows
i see the poet's light and how it glows
i see the passion dying out possessed by inability to fight
your virtues and your cruel commands
they give me reasoning but they amount to ending light
they do, with species like mine

painting by Thomas Malton

athauntes

john k

The Devil in Virginia is the Dark Americana solo project of singer-songwriter Rhys Evans from Cardiff, UK.

Always A Sunday

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