Stick Season

Growing Sideways

Your Needs, My Needs

Paul Revere

Rattlesnake

You're All I Got / So Long

So Long

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Automatic

Asshole

Keys on the Table

Ativan

Lyrics By: Paulo Sergio Carvalho

He came from an island, waves and wind
Dreams too big for the world he's in
Barefoot goals on the dusty ground
No crowds, no fame just heart and sound

He played through hunger, pain, and rain
Every loss became his gain
One small ball, one endless dream
He swore he'd make the whole world see

Filho de Madeira, fire in his soul
Nothing could break him, nothing could hold
Every setback, every fall
Only made him stand more tall

He used to play where the stars would shine
Kicking hope on the edge of time
Now the world sings his name out loud
Portugal's heart beats in the crowd

Son of Madeira, rise again
Born from the sea, made for the flame
The boy who dreamed became the man
The world now plays in his hands

A heart that faltered, but wouldn't fade
Fate returned what courage made
His mother prayed with nothing to spare
Love and hunger filled the air

He trained till dawn, he ran through pain
Believed that effort breaks the chain
And when he scored, the people roared
The boy from the island was born to soar

Filho de Madeira, still unbowed
The journey's long, the dream is loud
Every child who kicks that ball
Feels his fire it burns in all

He used to play where the stars would shine
Kicking hope on the edge of time
Now the world sings his name out loud
Portugal's heart beats in the crowd

Son of Madeira, rise again
Born from the sea, made for the flame
The boy who dreamed became the man
The world now plays in his hands

And when the final whistle blows
He'll still stand where the ocean flows
From island soil to golden stage
He writes his name on every page

He used to dream when the nights were cold
Now he's a story the world retold
Son of Madeira, strong and proud
The stars align when he's around

Portugal's captain, shining bright
The world unites beneath his light
Filho de Madeira we believe
He's proof of what a dream can be

Born of waves, carved from stone
He turned a dream into his throne
Son of Madeira still running free
Forever chasing destiny

Son of Madeira Live (Acoustic)

A late-night folk confession about the ghosts we keep, the memories that won’t let go, and the smoke we breathe just to feel less alone.

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Cigarettes and Ghosts

Caamp

All the Debts I Owe

Founded by Wesley Schultz and Jeremiah Fraites -
Featuring Stelth Ulvang, Byron Issacs, Lauren Jacobson, Brandon Miller

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Keys on the Table

The Lumineers