ngay hom nay cua anh the nao - tua,freaky,cm1x (slowed)/thi ra tinh yeu la the la dua nguoi ta…/

Là ai từ bỏ là ai vô tình [ Lofi - Slowed ]

Chiều hôm ấy, có mưa rơi nhẹ vương mi ai…

CHỈ LÀ KHÔNG CÙNG NHAU - Bạch Công Khanh ft Trương Thảo Nhi

Đáp án cuối cùng

Anh Ghét Làm Bạn Em - Phan Mạnh Quỳnh


This song is about deep ancestral memory.  The hum of humanity before history was written. 

It channels the lost world of Doggerland and the Happisburgh footprints, imagining our Mesolithic ancestors as ghostly teachers who left no tombs, no kings, no creeds. Just tools, fire, rhythm, and a way of moving through the world.

It’s about the continuity between them and you: how their songs are still inside, deep within your marrow. 
How their dances are in your instincts, how the landscape itself remembers them. 

At its core, this is a love letter to the unnamed, unremembered people who taught humanity how to be.

[Lyrics]

[Intro]
The sea took the map.
But the rhythm stayed.
The cliffs forgot their edges,
But we still walk sideways.

[Verse 1]
Hollow bone, red flint grin,
We drew suns on mammoth skin.
Laughed in fog, named no stars,
But knew which beasts carried gods in their scars.

Footprints fade, but not the dance.
We moved like reeds in death’s romance.
Teeth in the trees. Fire in the floods.
Crabs read our future in salted bloods.

[Chorus]
We don’t write songs, we leak them.
In marrow. In mist. In eel-light rhythm.
The sea sings backwards in Dogger tongue,
And you, little spark, still hum what we’ve sung.
(We were here. We are here. Shhh.)

[Verse 2]
Weapons made of antler bloom,
Tools that dreamt before the loom.
Lion sleep in fox-hole grin,
Happisburgh held the ache within.

You think you're new?
You think you built?
We taught the stone to split the silt.
A blade is a memory.
So is a cliff.
We die sideways, and still we shift.

[Bridge]

This land is a lung.
It breathes in gulls and spits out gods.
Step soft the ghosts are barefoot.

[Final Chorus]

We left no crown.
We left no creed.
We gave you the rhythm,
You called it need.

No tombs.
No names.
Just tools.
Just flames.

And a lighthouse built on our hum.

[Outro ]
The cliff falls.
The hum stays.
So will you.

copyright ©️ Dendritedisco [Laura Keablr] [2025] all rights reserved.

We Drew Suns.

🌟 Description longue – Saint Jean, une fresque musicale

Saint Jean – Une fresque musicale est une œuvre chorale en 12 chansons qui retrace la vie et le message de Jean l’Apôtre, le disciple bien-aimé de Jésus.

De son appel au bord du lac de Galilée à son testament d’amour à Éphèse, l’album explore toutes les étapes de sa vie :

le jeune pêcheur fougueux, surnommé « fils du tonnerre »,

le témoin intime de Jésus à la Cène et au pied de la croix,

le gardien de Marie, devenu son fils spirituel,

le pilier de l’Église naissante à Jérusalem,

l’exilé de Patmos qui reçoit les visions de l’Apocalypse,

et enfin, le vieillard sage qui répète inlassablement :
👉 « Mes petits enfants, aimez-vous les uns les autres, car Dieu est amour. »

La particularité de cette fresque est dans les voix qui se répondent :

les enfants, qui symbolisent la pureté et l’innocence,

les femmes, qui portent la tendresse, la douleur et la douceur maternelle,

les hommes, qui incarnent la force, la fougue et le témoignage,

et enfin le chœur complet, qui réunit toute l’humanité dans un hymne universel.

Musicalement, l’album passe du dramatique (la croix, Patmos) au lumineux (le tombeau vide, Dieu est amour), du tonnerre des foules à la tendresse d’une berceuse spirituelle.
C’est un voyage de l’ombre vers la lumière, une fresque de paix et d’amour.

Là ai từ bỏ là ai vô tình [ Lofi - Slowed ]

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