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Track Summary Music Track Title: Some Nights Catalog ID: 997980 ISRC: US5UL2016543 |
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Description: Regrets and painful thoughts of the past. "Thoughtless words were thrown". A bit dark and brooding Pop/Rock track performed by JJ Soul Band. |
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Social Media Link: https://www.audiosparx.com/sa/archive/Rock/1970s-Rock/Some-Nights/997980 |
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Artist or Group: Ingvi Thor Kormaksson |
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Keywords: Not a perfect world. Head on fire. Old town Nights Dreams Talk |
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Music Genre > Subgenre Rock Music 1970's Rock |
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Extended Properties Duration: 4:10 Tempo: Medium BPM: 110 |
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Arrangement: Band / Ensemble Instruments: Drum Kit, Bass, Electric Guitar, Electic Piano, Synthesizer, Cabasa Vocal Mix: Male Vocals Language: English |
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Use Restrictions: 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 |
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Moods: Anguished, Atmospheric, Calm, Contemplative, Disenchanted, Disillusioned, Dreamy, Emotional, Inquisitive, Lonely, Lost, Pensive, Purposeful, Regretful, Serious, Sincere, Solemn, Somber, Sorry, Thoughtful |
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Styles: 1970s (Seventies), Ballad, Bluesy, Drama / Mature, Film Noir, Film Vocal, Movie Trailer, Poetic, Romantic Breakup, Tragedy |
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Lyrical Topics: Dark / Brooding, Divorce, Leaving, Missed / Missing, Sad |
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Lyrics
I’m a back street beau to the edge of town
With my head on fire and I’m almost down Buckskin borderline way down south. Where the dark eyes grown and the sea breeze blowin’ Those ill judged words broke us up somehow And I’m out of sight to the here and now There were some nights Thoughtless words were thrown When I turned away You turned me to stone All the words I spoke I must have been rough Must have been hard, lord, must have been tough Come back safe in god’s good name In a perfect world I don’t fall apart With an angel looking over every heart Four leaf-clover, it’s the bottom line And through it all Watching what’s in dream I catch that moon Covers every scene Keeping love alive in this old town Without the hurt it’s love’s old crime. Talk through the motions of a perfect life There were some nights Thoughtless words were thrown But when night turned away You turned me to stone. lyric by John Soul |