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Welcome to another Music Podcast from Northern Ireland

Copyright Studio2Belfast

Transcript

SPEAKER_04 0:27

Midnight when the silver thread pulls my heart where shadows led. Neon Glow paints a lonely face. I'm chasing dreams in empty space. Hold on, let the stars decide. Feel the pulse beneath our feet. In the hush of night, we'll find the rhythm that keeps us along. Concrete mirrors, city sides. Time bends like a broken kite, lost in a sea of fleeting light. Still I hear the lullaby. Hold on, let the stars decide. Feel the pulse beneath our feet. In the hush of night, we'll find the rhythm that keeps us alive. A thousand voices, hearts indoor. Every heartbeat writes the tune, we rise again beneath the moon. Hold on, let the stars decide. Feel the pulse beneath our feet. In the hush of night, we'll find the rhythm that keeps us alone when dawn breaks. The city wakes, and in the soil slow remains.

SPEAKER_00 2:51

It's not just about US bringing business here, but there's a lot of opportunity for business in Belfast and across Ireland to come to the United States. And we need to harness that and bring that to our side of the ocean as well.

SPEAKER_01 3:01

Hello and welcome to another podcast from the Bellcaster. I hope you are all keeping well. Let's keep the music playing with the colour.

SPEAKER_04 5:57

Every wave whispers your name in rhythm with my retreat. Like stars that lose their glow. Fire that wants it now to stumber in the snow.

SPEAKER_03 6:28

I reach for a hell that's the lost in the title.

SPEAKER_04 6:42

A love that was once mine. The photos on the mantle, they dim like a fading moon. I trace the lines where we drew futures bright. Now they're just dust, dissolving into the night. Like stars that lose their blow. The fire that wants to lit us now distember in the snow. Lost in the tidal. Pulling, pushing, never quite the same. Our hearts were maps. We lost the guy in a world of whispers, love's flame that can remain. A thousand stories untold. Would we find a way? Drifting at the break of day. Oh why did we drift like stars that lose their glow? Now disturbing the snow and slipped away. Lost in the tide of hello. That was once mine.

SPEAKER_01 9:41

Wow, that's Hannah Carmerton belting it out on the Bellcaster. We're rushed off our feet and we have been since then. Are we opened?

SPEAKER_04 9:49

Welcome along to the Bellcaster. This is Northern Islands Podcaster. Playing fantastic music, always here for you.

SPEAKER_01 10:02

And we will end with one called the Ball Race. Join us next time. Bye for now.