Sing Your Dreams With Brooke Miracle
The stars gleam in the sky and a meteor passes by as the clouds hover above the sky. The lights from the moon shine bright and showcases a spotlight of essence and creativity.
The stars gleam in the sky and a meteor passes by as the clouds hover above the sky. The lights from the moon shine bright and showcases a spotlight of essence and creativity.
In the blanket of space, the silence trembles and the path is far for millions of miles. The strum of the guitar brings a journey where no band has gone before.
The numbers rise with each step taken and the scale tells the story. The hands are raised and the speakers scream with a siren and lo and behold the tape takes the story to the tunnel.
The screen flinches when you look at your phone and then the confetti starts to fall from the ceiling. This brings out of the waves of people going to the ocean of the music by Lucky Harmon.
The fire crackles and burns as the heat engulfs the rest of us as we sit down in a circle around the fire. The night sky is clear and the crickets chirp as we wait and see what the night brings us. The strum of a guitar bellows the sounds of the crickets and sparks high as it blinds the fire in the background.
As I sit down and think with a idea to dream, I think of what to do tomorrow. I dream of what I know tomorrow can be. I just need to be waiting for this…
The track called Waiting for this by Blessed Heem is off the chain. I’m just listening to it over and over again and just envisioning my idea of what tomorrow can bring.
You hear a creak in the corner of the room, darken yet intriguing Bump Bump Bump airs out of the speakers and a voice speaks so low with a fire that brightens the shadows in the room
Bump Bump Bump
The sounds of a highway full of traffic at night with bright headlights and overturning highways of Texas summers.
Out comes a beast that is rare, that is something that is unheard of in today’s society, a beast with octane breathing riffs and lyrics that crunch the leaves under the tires.
The lights are up and the speakers plugged in as Bellafante album 820 Marino Ave. blares up at every house party.
The stacks of money keep on climbing on the slot machine as the music of D.A.N. aka Guerilla D. hits the jackpot.