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Belcaster Season 626 Episode 241

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The Belcaster presents another short Music podcast 

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I walk the avenue, chasing the clothes of my past. The streets remember every step.

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They know the questions I ask. Sidewalks paved with stores, whispered secrets in the night. I'm just a wandering heartbeat, searching for guiding love. Lost in the city, I'm a ghost in the crowd. Lights flicker like fireworks, but the silence feels loud. I'm chasing tomorrow, but the night never ends. In this concrete jungle, I'm learning how to pretend the subway's a river.

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Rushing with my feet.

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People drift like vapor boats. Never can force it. Skyscrapers stand like sentinels. Watching on my face. I breathe in the sea. But I drown in my own teeth. Lost in the city, I'm a ghost in the crowd. Lights looking like fireworks. But the silence feels loud. I chasing tomorrow, but the night never ends. I'm learning how to pretend. Every knee on sign is a promise. Every go a memory. I hear the city callin'. Keep moving, keep dreaming. But the wind that's whispering. Hold your heart in your hand.

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I'll step out of the shadows and finally understand.

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Lost in the city, I'm a ghost in the crowd. Like slicker, like the fireworks. But the silence feels loud. I'm chasing. Tomorrow the free night never ends. In this concrete jungle, I'm learning how to pretend. The stone breaks over the skyline. Painting gold on the glass. I walk a new path for Leaving behind the past. The city keeps its heart beat. But I found my own pace. Tomorrow I finally find my place.

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Sometimes a conventional Western approach is the best approach. And here's Cameron McShane with one of his own compositions called The Capture.

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I walk along the street, never sleep, the fourth part, bullet box. The city breeze really stories. The city's heartbeat. A twister rhythm just ball Diddy lights, did he delight? The city whispers as the dawn approaches its neon breath face. The night exhales in the quiet. All remember the glow, a rhythm that forever sails.

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Thanks for listening, and bye for now.