IMMIGRANT

IMMIGRANT Produced by Marcos Lissandro Slow Blues / Southern Rock / Country Blues [Intro — Slow Blues] Solitary electric guitar… A slide guitar, at a slow tempo, answers from afar. Soft piano chords. *Oh…* Some roads are chosen… Some roads choose us… [Verse 1] We’re heading to New York, With a suitcase full of dreams, Leaving behind everything we knew, Nothing is what it seems. A different sky, A different street, [Chorus] We’re heading to New York, In search of something new, With a heavy heart, Sometimes we cross the world Just to find a place. [Verse 2] There are mothers, there are fathers, There are dreamers along the way, Carrying their memories Of the lives they had to leave behind one day. They carry photographs, They carry names, They carry love, they carry pain, These are the choices we make In search of a better life. [Chorus] We’re heading to New York, In search of something new, With a heavy heart, Sometimes we cross the world Just to find a place. [Bagpipe Interlude — Distant and Melancholic] Scottish bagpipes enter alone, sounding as if from afar. A slow electric guitar gradually joins in. The bagpipe melody represents the homeland left behind. [Guitar Solo — Deep Anguish] Long, slow electric guitar solo. Intense bends. Slow vibrato. Slide guitar responding to each phrase. The guitar should sound like someone weeping wordlessly. [Bridge — Almost Spoken] We can change streets... We can change cities... We can change countries... We can change our names. But memories follow us... [Final Chorus — Grandiose, Moving] We are heading to New York, In search of something new, With heavy hearts And a dream we try to hold onto. Different paths, Different lives, Different reasons to survive. Every immigrant is searching, Every heart seeks A street, a room, a light in the window, A place to call home. [Outro — Very Slow] Piano and acoustic guitar only. We are heading to New York... With everything we knew... Different paths... Different lives... Different dreams... That will change humanity. Long slide guitar note. *And somewhere...* *someone is still searching for a home.* Guitar sound fades out. Silence. aisongmaker.io/ (geração mp3)