I genuinely think that this track is instrumental in providing a sense of hope to a player who has thus far been mired in deep alcoholic depression. To be exposed to what lays outside the whirling and rags and find something somber but orchestral and swelling gives you that small bit of Hope
2:44 The trumpet. When you close your eyes, you can feel the light ocean mist on your face, like a salty chill. The briny wind of the coast, gusting through the trees and alleys and ruins. The cracked cobble beneath you of a post war seawall. And the trumpet, calling from beyond the sea and the mist. You can see Martinaise. You can feel Revachol.
Detective.
Arriving.
On the scene.
😎
"TRUE LOVE IS POSSIBLE ONLY IN THE NEXT WORLD - FOR NEW PEOPLE
IT IS TOO LATE FOR US
WREAK HAVOC ON THE MIDDLE CLASS"
SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL IS GOING TO HAPPEN
I genuinely think that this track is instrumental in providing a sense of hope to a player who has thus far been mired in deep alcoholic depression. To be exposed to what lays outside the whirling and rags and find something somber but orchestral and swelling gives you that small bit of Hope
There is no hope to to people like me, but I bless the who hat it / have it
This song always give me hope even when I relapse from my sobriety it’s not over till I truly stop trying
And you won't stop trying bro. Not when it's so worth it, even just to try.
2:44 The trumpet. When you close your eyes, you can feel the light ocean mist on your face, like a salty chill. The briny wind of the coast, gusting through the trees and alleys and ruins. The cracked cobble beneath you of a post war seawall. And the trumpet, calling from beyond the sea and the mist. You can see Martinaise. You can feel Revachol.
Your history. Let’s intermingle.
deep down you know, it was the both of you...
I can taste the smell of oil and smoke listening to this
Were there always drums on this track?