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Empty Chair
Americana
Empty Chair dirilis pada 23 Januari 2026 oleh Curacao Sound Energy sebagai bagian dari album Cabin in the Woods
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Tanggal Rilis23 Januari 2026
LabelCuracao Sound Energy
LanguageEnglish
Melodiksi
Level Akustik
Valence
Kemampuan untuk menari
Energi
BPM76

Dari

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Makwaku
Makwaku
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Arnon Araldo Naudin de Windt
Arnon Araldo Naudin de Windt
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mako
Mako
Producer

Lirik

One chair left, untouched by time,
A space that echoes every rhyme.
I speak to it, it does not speak—
Yet holds the silence that I seek.
In the dim light where shadows blend,
I reach for thoughts of a long-lost friend.
Moments linger, yet drift away,
In the stillness, I long to stay.
Oh, this empty chair, it feels so near,
A ghost of laughter, a trace of cheer.
The weight of memories fills the air,
With every glance at the empty chair.
Tender hues of our shared days
Paint the essence of our ways.
I hear your voice in the winds that sigh,
A melody softening the reasons why.
Whispering hums and a bowed bass tune,
You dance in my heart under the waning moon.
Lengthened shadows flicker with hope,
In the memory seat, I learn to cope.
Oh, this empty chair, it feels so near,
A ghost of laughter, a trace of cheer.
The weight of memories fills the air,
With every glance at the empty chair.
Acceptance wraps me in gentle folds,
As I reflect on the stories told.
Harmonics whisper, and chimes so soft,
Cultivating peace that lifts me aloft.
Silence fills the room like a prayer,
Ancestral echoes rise in the air.
I breathe in slow, let the winds dissolve,
From this emptiness, my soul evolves.
In absence, we create our rite,
Beneath the stars, in the depth of night.
Where silence becomes a sacred space,
Grief structured with a tender grace.
Oh, this empty chair, it feels so near,
A ghost of laughter, a trace of cheer.
The weight of memories fills the air,
With every glance at the empty chair.
So I sit here, with stories to share,
Feeling your presence, it lingers there.
In the ambient hush, I find my peace,
In the empty chair, my heart's release.
Written by: Arnon Araldo Naudin de Windt
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