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Beneath A Willow Tree
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“Beneath A Willow Tree is a haunting gothic pop-rock gothic-ballad that I wrote originally as a poem many years ago, from a place deep in my soul.
pop rock pop folk pop goth
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Words, music, art, life. Let's change the world.
I've removed most of my older music over the years, but I kept Queen of Vampires because it's iconic and will always remain forever in my heart. For 20 years, everyone knew me as Vryl. I am still and always be Vryl. Vryl was born from Vryl Valkyrie, a virtual woman in Second Life, my alter ego, a place of refuge and artistic expression and from that place I wrote poetry and composed music. Yes, I will always be Vryl. But after Paul died, I needed a rebirth. That's why I changed to TimeSpoken. Writing and music have always been my sanctuary, my healing stone and my secret garden, but recently I've decided to start exploring what is possible with AI. I love people and getting to know people. If you want to know me or if you want to collaborate, please feel free to contact me. I'm also open to writing lyrics for your instrumentals. I am in France so it may time to get back to you. Thanks for reading my page and listening to my music. Special thanks to SoundClick for still being here after all the years.
Song Info
Genre
Pop Pop Rock
Charts
#82 today
#20 in subgenre
Author
TimeSpoken
Rights
TimeSpoken
Uploaded
December 22, 2025
Track Files
MP3
MP3 7.1 MB 320 kbps 3:06
Lossless
WAV 68.2 MB
Story behind the song
It's a long story that I'll share one day.
Lyrics
I took a journey one day into dark fragments Of time past I traveled this path uncertain of where It would lead me Beneath a willow tree In a castle in the air, in a house on a street There's a person who speaks without thought or reason He's a castle builder, curator of dreams Coded for the night Trees are crying Magic is dying Fluid is drying But love is trying Beneath a willow tree If there is a sound in the attic and you Can't seem to sleep Just remember the stairway lies beneath your feet On the path not taken Not forsaken Beneath a willow tree There's a stranger we all know who reflects the sadness In our soul that eventually everything turns cold But it's never too late to be awakened Trees are crying Magic is dying Fluid is drying But love is trying Love is trying...
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