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Silver Strings
8
Metal
Silver Strings est sorti le 19 décembre 2025 par Phoenix Records dans le cadre de l'album Experience
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Date de sortie19 décembre 2025
LabelPhoenix Records
LangueEnglish
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM86

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Racheal Simmons
Racheal Simmons
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Mark Heard
Mark Heard
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Mark Heard
Mark Heard
Production

Paroles

Blue glow on a living room screen
A war-song grew wings and I couldn't breathe
Tremolo like thunder behind the glass
Tears in my eyes, I let it pass
Through cheap speakers into my spine
The room went quiet; the sound was mine
Silver strings in midnight time
I learned to hold the line!
I counted my breaths, I counted time
Let small rooms widen in my mind
I tuned my hands to serve the climb
Grace over noise, design
I don't chase the light, I hold the line
I give the storm a spine
From bedroom walls to skyline signs
Every note, a force divine!
I don't need the crown to shine
This rhythm's how I rise
Six silver strings, one lifetime
I make the thunder kind!
Thirteen with nickel on skin
Too much eyeliner, parents give in
Fun like summer in open chords
Calluses, metronomes, quiet wars
My quiet armor's wood and wire
Moonlight makes the frets ring truer
I choose the pocket, not the throne
Freedom loves a steady home
I count us in though the city's loud
I set the pulse and calm the crowd
Drop the pretense,open wide
Feel the pull,our hearts aligned
I don't chase the light, I hold the line
I give the storm a spine
From bedroom walls to skyline signs
Every note, a force divine!
I don't need the crown to shine
This rhythm's how I rise
Six silver strings, one lifetime
I make the thunder kind!
Choose grace over noise, choose open over sure
Under a full moon, truth endures
Backstage hum, hands steady where I stand
Breathe it in,hit the stage,count it in with the band
Home isn't mirrors or perfect design
It's the faces beside me keeping time
I don't chase the light, I hold the line
I give the storm a spine
From bedroom walls to skyline signs
Every note, a force divine
I don't need the crown to shine
This rhythm's how I rise
Six silver strings, one lifetime
I make the thunder kind!
I make the thunder kind!
Written by: Mark Heard
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