Song from Henrik Skanfors' album "Carcass and the Flies". A melancholic song about frustration and a cynical view of the society and love. Suitable emotoinal intros and endings. Sounds a bit like Sia's "Breathe Me", Stina Nordenstam, Coldplay, The Cinematic Orchestra.
Song from Henrik Skanfors' album "Carcass and the Flies". A melancholic song about frustration and a cynical view of the society and love. Suitable emotoinal intros and endings. Sounds a bit like Sia's "Breathe Me", Stina Nordenstam, Coldplay, The Cinematic Orchestra. Mixed Vocals, Pop Music, Soft Pop
Track Summary Music Track Title: Pocket of Resistance Catalog ID: 377268
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Description: Song from Henrik Skanfors' album "Carcass and the Flies". A melancholic song about frustration and a cynical view of the society and love. Suitable emotoinal intros and endings. Sounds a bit like Sia's "Breathe Me", Stina Nordenstam, Coldplay, The Cinematic Orchestra.
Use Restrictions: Use in pornographic, x-rated, sexually stimulating or similar productions prohibited Use in products or commercial advocating or advertising use of illegal drugs or tobacco prohibited Use in religious-themed products, commercials or productions advocating for religion prohibited Use in satan-worship, devil worship, anti-religion or similar extreme productions prohibited Use in products or productions advocating racial, sexual or similar discrimination or bias prohibited Use in productions featuring violence, gore, torture or similar mayhem prohibited
Styles: Ballad, Drama / Mature, Film Vocal, Medical Drama, Romantic Drama, Section / Credits, Section / Finale, Tragedy, TV Vocal
Lyrical Topics: Crying, Rain, Revolution, Fear / Fears, Depressing
Lyrics
In this pocket of resistance
we're running out of time
Whispers keep their distance
to hear a scream of mine
And nobody asked for more
Noone asked for less
Blame it on that bore
how tried to solve the mess
One night I saw a roadkill
A baby from lost and found
I wrote a line in my will
Never ever make a sound
'cause noone gives a damn
Truthfull seeds in badlands
To prove I am your man
I had to sit on my both hands
I'm under the influence, I'm under your spell
I'm under the influence, I'm under your spell
We met outside ground zero
Had a thousand things to say
in a city full of fear
She'd been raining that day
Harden my mortal stance
Find a dark house and dwell
I'm in a pocket of resistance
and this is my farwell
I'm under the influence...
