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+ | |songtitle = '''"Nostalgic Illumrari"''' |
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+ | |original upload date={{Date|2021|Jul|30}} |
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+ | |#views = 20+ |
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+ | |link = [https://soundcloud.com/constellasphere/to-be-determined-1 SoundCloud Broadcast] |
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+ | |singer = [[OLIVER]] |
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+ | |producer = Constellasphere (music, lyrics) |
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+ | |image = nostalgicollie.png |
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⚫ | |description=<div style="height:150px;width:500px;border:1px solid #ccc;overflow:auto;">"One of my grandmother's prized possessions was what she called a "music machine." It was a tall oak box that resembled a chest of drawers, though there were no openings to be checked. On the item's left side was a hand sized key that had become a bit loose over the years, but still worked just fine. Beyond that, it was ordinary looking. Nothing about it stood out from the other pieces of furniture in the home. In the moment though, it did. The crank was slowly circulating itself, and the music was coming from within the box. |
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To say that I was speechless was an understatement. I was baffled, having never seen something like this happen before. Was the box broken? Or maybe it was programmed somehow to play itself at a certain interval? Leaning down in front of it, I tilted my ears towards the heart of it. The music was still playing from inside, but I couldn't seem to find a way to open it up and check. I remembered this item very well, as I had often cranked the key for my grandmother so she could hear it's song. Nothing special ever happened, it simply repeated it's tune and existed within the living room. |
To say that I was speechless was an understatement. I was baffled, having never seen something like this happen before. Was the box broken? Or maybe it was programmed somehow to play itself at a certain interval? Leaning down in front of it, I tilted my ears towards the heart of it. The music was still playing from inside, but I couldn't seem to find a way to open it up and check. I remembered this item very well, as I had often cranked the key for my grandmother so she could hear it's song. Nothing special ever happened, it simply repeated it's tune and existed within the living room. |
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My heart almost stopped when a voice began to sing as more instruments joined in with the song. Stumbling backwards and falling on my rear, a gasp escaped me when I looked up to see a young boy sitting atop the box, singing along with the mechanical melody. He looked no older than 13, his blond hair swaying softly as he lost himself within the sound. His attire was that of a time before mine, a uniform white button up overlayed by a large navy coat with gold embroidery and near black shorts. |
My heart almost stopped when a voice began to sing as more instruments joined in with the song. Stumbling backwards and falling on my rear, a gasp escaped me when I looked up to see a young boy sitting atop the box, singing along with the mechanical melody. He looked no older than 13, his blond hair swaying softly as he lost himself within the sound. His attire was that of a time before mine, a uniform white button up overlayed by a large navy coat with gold embroidery and near black shorts. |
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So ehlova drawlu mera sen nehr |
So ehlova drawlu mera sen nehr |
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Marhei laverh mo sudu weihei yarue}} |
Marhei laverh mo sudu weihei yarue}} |
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Revision as of 02:01, 1 August 2021
Song title | |||
"Nostalgic Illumrari" | |||
Original Upload Date | |||
Jul 30, 2021 | |||
Singer | |||
OLIVER | |||
Producer(s) | |||
Constellasphere (music, lyrics) | |||
Views | |||
20+ | |||
Links | |||
SoundCloud Broadcast | |||
Description
"One of my grandmother's prized possessions was what she called a "music machine." It was a tall oak box that resembled a chest of drawers, though there were no openings to be checked. On the item's left side was a hand sized key that had become a bit loose over the years, but still worked just fine. Beyond that, it was ordinary looking. Nothing about it stood out from the other pieces of furniture in the home. In the moment though, it did. The crank was slowly circulating itself, and the music was coming from within the box.
To say that I was speechless was an understatement. I was baffled, having never seen something like this happen before. Was the box broken? Or maybe it was programmed somehow to play itself at a certain interval? Leaning down in front of it, I tilted my ears towards the heart of it. The music was still playing from inside, but I couldn't seem to find a way to open it up and check. I remembered this item very well, as I had often cranked the key for my grandmother so she could hear it's song. Nothing special ever happened, it simply repeated it's tune and existed within the living room. My heart almost stopped when a voice began to sing as more instruments joined in with the song. Stumbling backwards and falling on my rear, a gasp escaped me when I looked up to see a young boy sitting atop the box, singing along with the mechanical melody. He looked no older than 13, his blond hair swaying softly as he lost himself within the sound. His attire was that of a time before mine, a uniform white button up overlayed by a large navy coat with gold embroidery and near black shorts.The initial panic began to dissipate when I saw that the boy was not focused on me, he simply continued to sing. But the boy himself was physically unfocused, his form transparent as the dull light from the nearest window shined on him. Oddly enough, that wasn't the strangest thing in my mind. This boy's performance was in a language that I couldn't recognize. It clearly wasn't English, but yet...it didn't resemble any other language either. It had an old quality to it that simply couldn't be placed in any time. Regardless, his voice was angelic, and I found that no matter how bizarre the situation was, I felt calm." |
Lyrics
Felahn hiyaru alvehgal
Lavermosu quayullam
Soh taimaya clavoiyave
Davian maerhe
Ehloso duewei
Glahrei parilan falleihal
Lumernei zuver cuedray
Lou wayla orey lumivray
Davian nucay elodririey
Nutove capalei lacravaye hroyon
brusacron unveylowon
Lon duay trufreyun
Rubeiya feicrua quavia lubreilan
Vun treiwen yobergosum
Alrun tearhu nairaw
Deiyan prulapau yier davia nieryu
Hearviu gavial haleer yulawaru
So ehlova drawlu mera sen nehr
Marhei laverh mo sudu weihei yarue