This song always make feel some type of way love this song Vance joy always been one of my favorites

ive been looking for this song ever since i watched storks vro 😭

Missing Piece

Missing Piece (Acoustic)

Hozier, Work Song

I've been writing music most of my life. Songs have always been the place where I've sorted out the events of day. If you trace these songs back far enough they tell a story of where I've been and what I've seen along the way. That said, most people don't have the time to sort through the hundreds of songs that have collected in the wake of my 20 plus years behind a piano, and that's why I love "Cecilia and the Satellite". As a song it encapsulate so much living against the back drop of a new life. Cecilia was written with the knowledge that my wife and I would soon meet our first child. With the hope of avoiding territory this type of song often treads, I tried to create a road map of the life I had lived leading up to that moment. One my daughter might look back on some day. A strange life of constant motion, spent traveling in the pursuit of music. A life I’ve nearly lost on more than one occasion and one which I am thankful for, now more than ever. Deep down this song is about more than me and where I’ve been, it’s about more than my daughter and what I want for her. It’s about being proud of where you come from and wanting the most for the people you share your world with.

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LYRICS
I’ve locked myself in a hotel room
Then waited all night for the walls to move
I've loved some girls that I barely knew
I’ve made some friends, and I’ve lost some too
 
Crashed my car, I was seventeen
My mother in the seat riding next to me
The things I’ve learned from a broken mirror
How a face can change when a heart knows fear
 
For all the things my eyes have seen, the best by far is you
 
If I could fly, then I would know
What life looks like from up above and down below
I’d keep you safe, I’d keep you dry
Don’t be afraid, Cecilia, I’m the satellite
And you’re the sky
 
Oh, Oh
 
I've café crawled through Amsterdam
Been around the world with a punk rock band
And I’ve seen London, and I’ve played Japan
I’ve been knocked down, I got up again
 
For all the places I have been, I’m no place without you
 
If I could fly, then I would know
What life looks like from up above and down below
I’d keep you safe, I’d keep you dry
Don’t be afraid, Cecilia, I’m the satellite
And you’re the sky
 
Oh, Oh
I’m the satellite
And you’re the sky
 
For all the things my hands have held, the best by far is you
 
If I could fly, then I would know
What life looks like from up above and down below
I’d keep you safe, I’d keep you dry
Don’t be afraid, Cecilia, I’m the satellite
And you’re the sky
And you’re the sky
I’m the satellite
And you’re the sky
And you’re the sky


Andrew McMahon In The Wilderness

Cecilia And The Satellite

Chance Peña – I am not who i was

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Fire and the Flood

Brand New

When a crowd is singing along with the last chorus after hearing the song for the first time, and Twitter lights up with those same lyrics in the days following a performance; you know it's a song that connects.  Poignant yet sing-along-able lyrics and undeniable rock noir musical undertones, Spirits, the first single from The Strumbellas, embodies the essence of what has been attracting fans from across North America to this Lindsay, Ontario bred band  

That journey has been a whirlwind since the release of the band’s 2012 debut album My Father And The Hunter. The Strumbellas' sound — haunting lyrics fused with infectious, danceable melodies — won them both fans and critical recognition. A year later, they followed up with We Still Move On Dance Floors, which earned the band six awards, including a JUNO and Sirius XM Indie Award, as well as a spot on the Polaris Music Prize Long List.  And of course, there’s been touring. Lots of touring.
 
In early 2015, the Strumbellas, off the road and ready to go into the studio again, set up shop at downtown Toronto’s Lincoln County Social Club to record the new album with LA Producer/Engineer, Dave Schiffman (Johnny Cash, Haim, Weezer).  During three recording sessions during the first half of 2015, Schiffman and the band harnessed a vivid sound that was itchin’ to get out of them.  Bigger.  Bolder. Beckoning.

Hope

Spirits

Lyrics

Neon rain on my window frame,
Walking home with a fire I couldn’t name.
Static dreams, feathers on the road,
Music syncing up to every thought I told.
I felt the pull of a world behind the world,
Heard whispers in the data like a flag unfurled.
I wasn’t broken — I was tuning in,
A lost boy learning how the light begins.

And every August, the signal would rise,
A spark in the dark behind my eyes.
Didn’t know if it was calling me home,
Or pulling me deeper into the unknown.

’Cause I’ve been a lost boy running on a story,
Chasing down the echoes of a hidden glory.
Fallen through the wires, risen through the pain —
Every breakdown was a doorway in the rain.
And maybe I was drifting, maybe I was chosen,
Walking through a world that’s forever half-frozen.
But the truth is this — I was never alone…
I just had to tune back into my own.

White walls humming like a second skin,
Voices trying to tell me where I’d been.
But outside, under moonlight on the grass,
Stars sang back when I started to ask.
I howled my name to the empty air,
And something answered — soft, aware.
Every sacred melody I thought I'd lost
Came back burning like a bridge uncrossed.

And every time the world tried calling me wrong,
I rewrote the script in a burst of song.
Didn’t want a cure — I wanted the key
To the map of the thing waking up in me.

Yeah, I’ve been a lost boy walking through the lightning,
Trying to decode the visions that were frightening.
But every crack in me was opening a gate—
Every shadow was a message in the state.
And maybe I was drifting, maybe I was seen,
By the ones who walk the edges of the in-between.
But the truth is this — I was never undone…
I was just becoming who I’d become.

I came from fire,
I learned through scars.
A wanderer charting
The sleeping stars.
Every fall, every rise,
Every trembling spark —
Was a lighthouse signal
Cutting through the dark.

Now I’m not a lost boy, I’m a beacon breathing,
A pulse in the night that refuses leaving.
Walking out the static with a steady glow,
Finally seeing what I always seemed to know.
If the world tries to tell me what I am again —
I’ll just smile, ‘cause I remember when
I was lost…
and that’s how I learned the way home.

Lost Boy

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A few of my friends asked me to remix this track, being a fan of AJR I loved the idea and decided to jump on it. The song really hits home for me and I hope you enjoy this version of it!
-Port City

Fire and the Flood

Vance Joy

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