Firefly (Official Single) (original song) by Hanu Dixit

Written, Produced, Mixed & Mastered by: Hanu Dixit Music Recorded & Produced at: ' HanuDixit Studios ' Video Produced by: Hanu Dixit/nFree Download - https://soundcloud.com/hanu-dixit/fir.../nFacebook- http://www.facebook.com/pages/Hanu-Di.../nTwitter- https://twitter.com/HanuDixit/nLyrics :-/n(Verse 1)-/nI'm flying out, Demons around, making a move, reasoning why.,/nUnder the curse, lying in dirt, tearing apart, blood on my hands./nWaiting fir dawn, waiting for light, i'm crying out, am i alive./n[Chorus]/nFly Beyond, But save me like a firefly, Shine upon, Embrace me like a firefly, Rise above, But save me like a firefly./n(Verse 2):-/nI'm dripping blood, I'm drinking pain, I'm out of breath, running again,/nI'm falling down , I'm on my knees, I feel the blade, On my neck,/nI see a light, A saving Grace, Tired of running, just save my soul today./n[Chorus]/nFly Beyond, But save me like a firefly, Shine upon, Embrace me like a firefly, Rise above, But save me like a firefly./n[Bridge]/nSave my soul,/nRunning again, Save me, Running again, Save me./n[Chorus]/nFly Beyond, But save me like a firefly, Shine upon, Embrace me like a firefly, Rise above, But save me like a firefly.

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Florianne - FireBomb (Chipmunk Version)

https://www.facebook.com/florianne.official/?ref=hl

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Foster The People -

My cover of "Pumped Up Kicks" by Foster The People. Enjoy! **This video was performed live (not lip synced)** Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/thetannerpatrick Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/tannerpatrick Online Store: http://www.tannerpatrick.bigcartel.com Tumblr: http://www.tannerpatrick.tumblr.com Filmed by: Madeline Becker Edited by: Tanner Patrick "Pumped Up Kicks" Lyrics: Robert's got a quick hand He'll look 'round the room, he won't tell you his plan He's got a rolled cigarette Hanging out his mouth he's a cowboy kid Yeah, he found a six shooter gun In his dad's closet with a box of fun things I don't even know what But he's coming for you Yeah, he's coming for you All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun All the other kids with the pumped up kicks You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet Daddy works a long day He's coming home late Yeah, he's coming home late And he's bringing me a surprise Cause dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice I've waited for a long time Yeah the sleight of my hand is now a quick pulled trigger I reason with my cigarette, And say your hair's on fire You must have lost your wits, yeah

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In Your Arms (Tonight)

new own song from the upcomign album "Dreams Of Dust & Fire"

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Veri Jumala - Light Of The Night

new song by veri jumala out of the latest album Dreams Of Dust & Fire dark nights lost in ashes flickering lights tamed by clashes love is the most beautiful art but the doom will call us apart i would die for you my heart is like a patron for you and together we will dance into the light of the night at least we will dance while our song is playing we know its our last day our angels cant save us anymore verse: bm G A chorus: bm G D A --all rights belong to me--

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X24 - Hipster Apocalypse (Official Music Video)

Hipster Apocalypse - available in iTunes https://itun.es/us/E0GY3 http://www.X24Music.com HIPSTER APOCALYPSE Witten By: X24 Produced By: Benjamin Lux Video by Daniel Luke Fitch/Altitude-FX http://www.Altitude-FX.com Follow X24: http://www.X24Music.com http://www.facebook.com/X24Music http://www.twitter.com/X24Music http://www.instagram.com/X24Music Special thanks to Justice Whitacker, Louis LeRay, Clifford Endo Gulibert, Marti Mills, Ojo Optique, Mellow Velow Bicycles, Betterday Coffee, 12FPS. LYRICS We are/ Taking over the Earth/ With our Wayfarers and our flannel shirts/ There is/ No stopping this/ Hipster apocalypse! I keep the beat hot, spit fire like arson… I’m also growing beets in the community garden. My entire apartment screams I’m an anarchist, a narcissist, An honest-to-God starving artist. I’m too cool for dancing. Damnit I’m fancy. I’m screening Fellini and Roman Polanski. I’m ADD antsy, A little bit angsty. I’m Afrika Bambaataa meets Bukowski and Banksy… Borderline brilliant, baby, dropping these bombs! You can find me in the dive bar, writing songs. Flaunting my irony, hiding my wealth… I’m a little like Waldo, trying to find myself. I’m so postmodern, what’s a genre? Carpetbag swag from Ojai to Marfa… And your new favorite song? Yeah… I know. It’s pretty cool, but it sounds better on vinyl. We are/ Taking over the Earth/ With our Wayfarers and our flannel shirts/ There is/ No stopping this/ Hipster apocalypse! I’ll kiss you. I’ll catch you. There’s something I mustache you… How can I keep shopping, when all my bills are past due? People say we’re arrogant, but they’re the ones who stare at us. And I’d be apathetic… if I cared enough! I can’t be serious. I’m laughing at it, true to form. Counterculture cool, this goes out to all my Unicorns! My hipsters, if you with me, where you at? Rad, ratchet, rap… Random acts of swag to keep you swerving with that Hacky Sack. Been wearing glasses since kindergarten, still a nerd… Elevate the vintage game from Silverlake to Williamsburg. Getting down on that dumpster sift, Just to be like, “Hipster, you ain’t up on this.” And I can’t even go out and grab some food Without a Kafka novel and an attitude. But the big difference between me and you, Is that I was doing this back before it was cool! We are/ Taking over the Earth/ With our Wayfarers and our flannel shirts/ There is/ No stopping this/ Hipster apocalypse! My beard is better than your beard. Three steps ahead, you think my style is so weird, But next year you’ll be wearing what I’m rocking today. I admit it. I’m a hipster. What can I say? I’m a hipster. I wear my jeans real tight. I like to sleep all day. I like to party all night. I moonlight as a consultant in media arts… I drink pour-over coffee and PBR. Craft distilled whiskey, double fisting… Yeah, I’m mixing rye whiskey with bourbon, Turning heads, I keep them dizzy. Gimme indie-rock chicks with fixie bikes and pixie cuts Who understand the irony of drinking IPA from sippy cups. Yeah, boy, that’s what’s up. I’m dropping this just to help you get turnt up. But on a scale of one-to-ten, you’re like a two or three. And truthfully… You’ll never be as cool as me. We are/ Taking over the Earth/ With our Wayfarers and our flannel shirts/ There is/ No stopping this/ Hipster apocalypse! Hipster apocalypse!

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