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Another short Music Podcast from Belfast 

Copyright Studio2Belfast

Transcript

SPEAKER_05 0:01

Welcome along to the Bellcaster. This is Northern Ireland's Podcaster playing fantastic music. Always here for you.

SPEAKER_03 0:14

Hello again and welcome to our listeners all over the world. It's great to be back. So let's get going.

SPEAKER_00 3:16

Of course, it never died away. It was actually dance music with Captain Vinyl going because most of the releases going to the clubs were twelve.

SPEAKER_03 3:22

And here's one from Kirstie.

SPEAKER_05 4:15

Everyone hold on to the courage where you spills across the page of fate. A melody of doubts that tries to bind the heart. But the wind writes versus death. Resonate with the rhythm of a brave, brand new star. So rise, oh heart, with the dawn's first light. Let the shadows fall behind. Let the stars ignite. Every step is a story. Every breath a new song. Hold on to the courage where you belong. If the world keeps turning, we keep dancing, too. The spirit of hope will guide us through the blue. Even when the tide pulls back, we'll still pursue. The light dances inside. The dream we're meant to view. So rise all hard. With the dawn's first light. Let the shadows fall behind. Let the stars ignite. Every step is a story. Every breath a new song. Hold on to the courage where you belong. Feel the thunder of a heartbeat. Listen to the echo in your soul. Find the path that leads you home. In the rhythm that makes you whole. Soft praying face. The night bows to the day. Final note. A promise that we'll always find our way. Always here for you.

SPEAKER_02 6:46

It's not a job. If I wanted a job, I get a nine to five.

SPEAKER_05 7:35

A quiet pose beneath the flicker of street lights. I walk the pavement, thoughts like footsteps, past strangers with stories etched in their eyes. Every breath, a rhythm in the dark, a silent dance of hope and quiet sighs. In the glow of a midnight skyline, we chase the shadows that hide our eye. Hands reach out, but the night keeps pulling. Still we find the strength to ignite, night, night, night, night, night. Skyscrapers whisper promises of tomorrow. While memories flicker like gold to film phase, the rhythm of traffic, the city's heartbeat guides us forward through the sleepless lane. We chase the shadows with high eye light. Hands reach out, but the light keeps falling. Still we find the strength to ignite. I think the hush between the neon, we hear our own hearts drawn and sink. Every doubt dissolves into the night. The chorus of voices on the glow of the midnight skylight. Trace the shadows that hide our light. The strength to ignite. Let the city's poles lift us break from the chains thereby. Echoes of the morrow in every step. We're alive, we're alive, we're alive. The light still, but our fire stays bright. Promise in the dark. A new dawn inside.

SPEAKER_01 10:47

So before we play the last track for this podcast, I want to welcome some new listeners in Portugal. I hope you are enjoying the music.