Popular - Isaac Dunbar

it took you - isaac dunbar (snippet)

“... i'm seasick
baby why u rock the boat for no reason ?? 
there's a million pretty boys i could reel in 
now you're pulling on my line & i feel it 
wanna leap in
i'll be your man overboard ...”

Man overboard - Isaac Dunbar

Addison Rae - Cool (Unreleased)

“Forgiven” is a quiet confession — the kind that happens when the room is still and the excuses are gone. It’s about knowing better and failing anyway. About crossing the same old lines a thousand times. About fearing you’ve finally gone too far.

This isn’t a polished worship anthem. It’s a broken prayer.

From the weight of “It was my hands” to the desperate plea “Don’t let go,” the song walks through shame, surrender, and the fragile hope that mercy still reaches this far.

And in the end, it doesn’t rise in triumph — it rests in truth:

Still wanted.
Still chosen.
Forgiven.

Forgiven

Не бойтесь люди

Òc Valleys

verse I
In the valleys where the wind
crosses Alps without an end,
came a people slowly walking
from the lands of Occità.
They brought language, faith and memory, an ancestral heartbeat’s call, and on the slopes of Piedmont’s mountains
they began to build it all.

Verse II
Fleeing from the ancient conflicts, from the flames of Languedoc, Cathars, shepherds, weary pilgrims
sought a place of light and hope.
In the mountains they defended
every word and every song,
and the echo of their stories
still surrounds the land they own.

Chorus
Valleys of Òc, a voice unbroken,
ancient song of liberty.
Through the mountains lives their story, a returning heart that speaks.

Verse III
Under rule of House of Savoy
the high mountains sheltered them, and though Italy united,
their old language never bent.
Hidden villages preserved it,
passed along from heart to heart, like a thread that keeps its strength when the world is torn apart.

Verse IV
Now the Occitanian voices
still rise proudly when they sing,
in Calabria and Piedmont
their old memory takes wing.
They’re a people who endure,
with a story without end,
leaving footprints in the snow
and in history’s open hand.

Chorus (final)
Valleys of Òc, a voice unbroken,
ancient song of liberty.
Through the mountains lives their story, a returning heart that speaks.

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Occitan Valleys

here's an old song i wrote back when i was 14 (you'll be able to tell in the vocals). it's inspired by "Home" by AURORA. i just wanted to post this to hold everyone over before the next official single release.

Photo by Brandon Taelor

it took you - isaac dunbar (snippet)

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