A. Brown
A. is 58 years old.
He is the Electric Guitarist of Jazz Was Stone Dead.
A. is also known as "Hey Dude".
A. is located in Los Angeles at Jammin` On The Smoke.
A. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to talk to media in order to get ahead professionally.
Eternal Lament
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Song Details
Eternal Lament is Singalong music in tempo Lento. The music is mind melting and the lyrics are mind melting. The song was written 2/26/2024 by A. Brown. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
99 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
50 |
| Genre: |
Jazz |
| Owner: |
Jazz Was Stone Dead |
| First Revealed: |
3/23/2024 |
Dominant Instruments
Electric Guitar
Special Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Beneath the shroud of night, whispers mourn,
Where fallen angels weep, their wings torn.
In the hush of darkness, a solemn plea,
Echoes of their sorrow, drifting free.
(Chorus)
Requiem whispers, mournful call,
Angelic tears, in darkness fall.
In the depths where sorrow lies,
Whispers of the fallen, they never die.
(Verse 2)
Through the veils of time, their echoes ring,
In the silent void, where memories cling.
In the silent symphony of the night,
Their lamentations echo, out of sight.
(Chorus)
Requiem whispers, mournful call,
Angelic tears, in darkness fall.
In the depths where sorrow lies,
Whispers of the fallen, they never die.
(Bridge)
In the moon's embrace, they softly weep,
In the shadows' grasp, their secrets keep.
In the quiet hours, where shadows roam,
Echoes of the fallen, find their home.
(Chorus)
Requiem whispers, mournful call,
Angelic tears, in darkness fall.
In the depths where sorrow lies,
Whispers of the fallen, they never die.
(Outro)
In the quiet darkness, their whispers fade,
But in the hearts of mourners, they're displayed.
In the depths of shadows, where dreams ignite,
Requiem whispers linger, in the solemn night.