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For the latest version see: My Heart Still Beats (w/ THoddi, etc.)
This is the first redo, after responding to comments. But it doesn't include Thoddi's bass, plus more sax and flute and keyboards that exist in the above version.
This song is a collage of music that tries to tell the story of the rape of a very close friend while she was visiting St. Martin, an island in the Caribbean. It tries to capture her journey, her courage. It is a mixture of hip, scary, inspiring and haunting...
I created loops using sounds and percussion and effects with intense processing, then incorporated these loops into the mix.
This is the first redo, after responding to comments. But it doesn't include Thoddi's bass, plus more sax and flute and keyboards that exist in the above version.
This song is a collage of music that tries to tell the story of the rape of a very close friend while she was visiting St. Martin, an island in the Caribbean. It tries to capture her journey, her courage. It is a mixture of hip, scary, inspiring and haunting...
I created loops using sounds and percussion and effects with intense processing, then incorporated these loops into the mix.
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Lyrics
MY HEART STILL BEATS
Let the sun shine out from your eyes
while the moon is on your skin.
What did you father say?
What did your father say about this?
Island party. Island party. Island party. Island party, yeah.
Barefoot, dancing 'round the world, you're...
Barefoot, dancing all night long.
What did you father say
about parties, drinks, and men like this?
What did your father say about you?
The sun is still in your eyes.
The moon is on your skin.
The sun it still in your eyes but the moon
is on your skin.
You came to lose your count of days,
your count of fears,
your count of nights.
But now you've lost your count of drinks,
your count of boys,
your count of blurring lights.
Let's get lost in the jungle, find a place to just unwind.
Let the rules unravel. You came here to travel
so let's go see what there's to find.
What did you father say?
You say you remember the stars.
You say you remember the mud that stained your hands.
You say you remember your heart,
the sound of your pulse as it kept you alive.
Kept you alive.
Forget all the hands that held you down.
Forget all the scars that tie you to the ground.
I know my heart still beats.
Let the sun shine out from your eyes
while the moon is on your skin.
What did you father say?
What did your father say about this?
Island party. Island party. Island party. Island party, yeah.
Barefoot, dancing 'round the world, you're...
Barefoot, dancing all night long.
What did you father say
about parties, drinks, and men like this?
What did your father say about you?
The sun is still in your eyes.
The moon is on your skin.
The sun it still in your eyes but the moon
is on your skin.
You came to lose your count of days,
your count of fears,
your count of nights.
But now you've lost your count of drinks,
your count of boys,
your count of blurring lights.
Let's get lost in the jungle, find a place to just unwind.
Let the rules unravel. You came here to travel
so let's go see what there's to find.
What did you father say?
You say you remember the stars.
You say you remember the mud that stained your hands.
You say you remember your heart,
the sound of your pulse as it kept you alive.
Kept you alive.
Forget all the hands that held you down.
Forget all the scars that tie you to the ground.
I know my heart still beats.
Momotamus
This is the best I've heard on this site so far. It rises to the highest calling a
piece of music can strive for: to move the listener, change the listener, heal
the listener. Well done!
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