The Ballad of Forgotten Treasures
by @cbmagic
Skirmish: Remainders (@atornberg)Liner Notes
Linger Notes for "The Ballad of Forgotten Treasures"
**Author/Lyricist:**
- Carl Crosby
I changed my voice to a female AI voice because I thought it needed it.
**Themes:**
- Rediscovery
- Hidden beauty
- Enduring love
- Memory
**#collaboration** for the music is welcome
**Mood:**
- Nostalgic
- Reflective
- Sentimental
**Musical Elements:**
- Soft acoustic guitar: Setting a gentle, nostalgic tone.
- Subtle piano: Adding depth and emotion to the melody.
- Light string arrangement: Enhancing the sentimental and reflective atmosphere.
- Warm, resonant vocals: Conveying the deep emotions of rediscovery and hidden beauty.
**Occasions:**
- Reflective moments: Perfect for times of introspection and remembering the past.
- Sentimental gatherings: Suitable for family reunions or memory-sharing events.
- Quiet evenings: Ideal for moments of calm and contemplation.
**Tags:**
- Rediscovery
- Hidden beauty
- Enduring love
- Memory
- Nostalgic
- Reflective
- Sentimental
Lyrics
The Ballad of Forgotten Treasures
(Verse 1)
In a quiet attic, dusty and dim,
Lies a box of memories, edges worn thin.
Forgotten treasures, left in the shade,
Echoes of moments, silently played.
(Chorus)
Oh, these treasures, what stories they hold,
Ribbons and letters, secrets untold.
Pieces of hearts, left to decay,
But in these treasures, love finds a way.
(Verse 2)
A faded photograph, smiles from the past,
A broken locket, love meant to last.
A worn-out diary, dreams once so bright,
Leftovers of lives, lost in the night.
(Chorus)
Oh, these treasures, what stories they hold,
Ribbons and letters, secrets untold.
Pieces of hearts, left to decay,
But in these treasures, love finds a way.
(Bridge)
In every torn page, in every lost word,
There’s a voice that’s waiting, longing to be heard.
In the remnants of dreams, in the shadows they cast,
Lies a beauty enduring, a love meant to last.
(Verse 3)
An old love letter, with ink smudged and blue,
Promises made, though time they outgrew.
A single earring, without its pair,
Whispers of moments, of love once so rare.
(Chorus)
Oh, these treasures, what stories they hold,
Ribbons and letters, secrets untold.
Pieces of hearts, left to decay,
But in these treasures, love finds a way.
(Verse 4)
Now in this attic, with memories strewn,
There’s a heart reborn, in the light of the moon.
For in these treasures, a story revived,
A tale of love, that continues to thrive.
(Final Chorus)
Oh, these treasures, with memories so dear,
Ribbons and letters, bringing us near.
Pieces of hearts, left to decay,
But in these treasures, love finds a way.