And today, we have this stunning melody “The Sound, Pt. 2” by the gospel music singer, William McDowell.
“The Sound, Pt. 2” is another joyous and impressive record by the American favourite singer, William McDowell. It was recorded and put to hearing in 2011 and has started going viral and becoming the new music to enjoy this time. “The Sound, Pt. 2” comes off his new album of twenty-three tracks titled “Arise”.
William McDowell released a live album “Arise” after the release of “Bending of Trees” in the same year. The project was released under an exclusive license to Delivery Room Music & Light Records/eOne Music.
Arise is a phenomenal body of work that houses a number of twenty-three tracks and features no guest appearances. A project in which William McDowell still maintains his unique style of music. and showcases the high echelon of his music capabilities.
Also, the song “The Sound, Pt. 2” comes as the 5th and one of the most astounding tracks that will make you hit the replay button again and again… Listen, download and share with others below!!!
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The Sound, Pt. 2 Lyrics By William McDowell
I will make myself, a mile from the racetrack, drag my losses home
It kills me not come back
And we float with parasites all our lives
There’s me with the geriatrics at the slot machines
There’s me, the embodiment of how slow life can be
There’s me
Their dead eyes are glowing. Mine are always shut
I passed out on the road, just hours from the racetrack
I saw Lamotta raise a toast
He said “you got me with the right jab.”
And we float with parasites all our lives with this advice
We learn until we’re dead
Be losers til your sanguine thoughts subside
We learn until we’re dead
A falling dream’s not just a morbid sign
It’s opportunity
If you could make this old heart young again I’d find another topic to drone on
A more fashionable vice to lean on
Some better words to speak on that escaped my younger form
But there’s me with the geriatrics at the slot machines
There’s me
The embodiment of how slow life can be
There’s me
Short of imposing, please be involved
Can I stop imploding at every obstacle thrown on me?
Imply this is only a prettier glimpse of a life so ugly that’s mine