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Another short music Podcast from Belfast 

Copyright Studio2Belfast

Transcript

SPEAKER_01 3:17

Hello, this is Mark, and it's great to be here for my first time to present another Bellcaster podcast. Welcome along. Let's keep the music playing.

SPEAKER_06 3:25

Soft rise of breath before the storm. A distant pulse like a heartbeat on the float. In the city lights we're chasing echoes. Footsteps in rhythm, the night's slow tempo. Shadows flicker where the neon goes. Every promise made in the glow of tomorrow. Hold my hands and run away from the rain. Dance in the dark where the stars feel the same. Where a light with a burning light flame. The heart of the love We find our name. Rainfores like vine spinning in our heads. The city whispers secrets where the silence bled. We're chasing moments. Let's slip through the cracks. Finding solicitable cracks. Let's run away from the rain. Dance in the dark where the stars feel the same. Time's a river we're drifting in its tide. With every breath, we let our dreams collide. The horizon blue is as we kiss. Together we'll take the tomb with the jumps. A calm after the roll. The city sleeps, but our love keeps the score.

SPEAKER_01 7:11

And before the next piece of music, I want to say a big bellcaster hello to our new listener in Riga. I hope you are well, and thanks for tuning in. And here's one called Tiga, and it's performed by Melanie Anderson.

SPEAKER_06 7:41

Streets whisper stories, cobblestones underneath. A ghost of a familiar tune. I chase the echo over your shadow beneath the silver moon. Where did the single mind? I walk through in searching forest. Every corner, every stone holds a secret. A broken promise. A broken promise. I walk by the river's edge, where the lights flicker like stars. Your name on the wind, a breath, a promise that never parts. The clock hands spin in circles. Time is a thief, stealing our past. Yet I keep holding on to the stream that our love will be found at last. Where did the city go? My love, I walk through and searching for us. Every corner, every stone holds a secret, a broken promise. Broken promise in the silence I hear a melody, a love by the calls my name. But I keep believing that hope is still within the flame. Where did the city go, my love? I walk through and search in forest. Every corn, every stone holds a secret, a broken promise. A broken promise. The night fades into dawn. I hold on to the memory of us. The city may be empty, but in my heart it thrives.

SPEAKER_00 10:42

But for people who maybe are second or third generation, Aries, who wanna make these shores their home, what they'll find are a very vibrant, generous people who are steeped in history, steeped in heritage, but also steeped in culture.