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Breath to Breeze
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Breath to Breeze

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Artist:Jael Jackson
Duration:3:54
Tags:Somber backwoods Kentucky Americana gospel. Slow tempo (70–85 BPM). Long instrumental intro. Airy fiddle melody carrying the emotion. Soft harpsichord underneath,slow and sacred,adding an old-world,timeless feel. Sparse banjo or acoustic guitar,very gentle. Upright bass minimal. Female vocal enters quietly after instrumental intro. Breathy,intimate,emotional delivery. Themes of memory,generations,breath,wind,loss,and quiet faith. No drums,no polish,spacious and reverent.
That breeze blowin’ through the woods tonight
Sounds like voices I still know
Moves the leaves like whispered prayers
From long ago

Mama’s breath in the sycamores
Daddy’s sigh in the pine
Like the wind don’t ever leave us
It just moves through time

Every breath I’m breathin’ now
Feels borrowed, feels divine

Your breath and mine, the same old wind
Passed through those who’ve always been
Over hills where they laid down
Through their laughter, through their sound
I’m not standin’ here alone
I’m carried by what I’ve been shown
From their lungs into my name
That breeze still breathes the same

There’s a hill far off from here
Where the years lie soft and still
But the wind keeps tellin’ stories
Like it always will

It crossed their porch on tired days
Held their prayers when words ran thin
Now it rests upon my shoulders
Moves through me like kin

What we lose don’t disappear
It just learns to travel near

Your breath and mine, the same old wind
Passed through those who’ve always been
Over hills where they laid down
Through their laughter, through their sound
I’m not standin’ here alone
I’m carried by what I’ve been shown
From their lungs into my name
That breeze still breathes the same

Breath to breath, soul to soul
Time ain’t broke, it’s just a fold
All who lived still linger here
In the wind, in every year

Your breath and mine, one holy air
Every love that’s ever been shared
From the first cry to the last amen
From now back then to now again
When my breath grows weak and slow
I’ll trust the wind to carry home
Through these woods, beyond my pain
That breeze remembers every name