Misty Eyes, by Ariana May
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‘Misty Eyes’ from the piano composition album ‘First Love’ by Ariana May. The album of piano compositions: ‘First Love’, charts an emotional voyage through the depths of the heart. The album possesses a combination of nostalgic, poignant and optimistic pieces that each reflect different stages of a relationship and, on a deeper level, of our mercurial emotions as we experience the elasticity and unpredictability of life. Ariana May is a British singer-songwriter whose classical training in piano and singing from an early age has culminated in a deep love of composing and performing. ‘First Love’ album released 8 February 2022.
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On and on it goes i know It’s just a part of me Never ever been something I control How did we get here I fear I’m worried for my life Is it just a matter of time Before we go Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here The cycle carried on Just like a feather in the wind It was hard to trace it back But we knew it’d never end And the houses They were never ever built on sinking sand They were built on backs of men They were trying to break The kingdom grew and told those men That they were never great And they showed them only hate Anytime they were showcased Okay Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here There were bruises left in history They kept a mystery from us And the people that tried to break us They only feared us Because we were too free We were too free We were too free We were too free Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here
Kelli Richards interviews David Pack of Ambrosia
Music pioneer Kelli Richards exclusive interview with David Pack of Ambrosia.Visit Kelli’s website (https://kellirichards.com) to sign up to her newsletter.Kelli Richards is a seasoned business development exec in digital media — especially in music tech — and a “swat team” strategist with a strong proven track record in identifying opportunities and driving a vision to life from concept to execution. As a ‘superconnector’ she has established long-term trusted relationships with stakeholders across the ecosystem including mainstream talent, content creators, media execs, tech innovators and leaders, brand execs and investors.
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On and on it goes i know It’s just a part of me Never ever been something I control How did we get here I fear I’m worried for my life Is it just a matter of time Before we go Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here The cycle carried on Just like a feather in the wind It was hard to trace it back But we knew it’d never end And the houses They were never ever built on sinking sand They were built on backs of men They were trying to break The kingdom grew and told those men That they were never great And they showed them only hate Anytime they were showcased Okay Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here There were bruises left in history They kept a mystery from us And the people that tried to break us They only feared us Because we were too free We were too free We were too free We were too free Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here