Filename
ALIBI-Island_Full w Lyrical Male Vox
Writer/Publisher
Marc Halls (ASCAP) 50% - Jakob Oelofse (PRS) 50% / Alibi Generator (ASCAP)
Style
Acoustic
Mood
Bleak, Bleakness, Calm, Dramedy, Heartbreak, Heartbroken, Heartwarming, Intimacy, Intimate, Introspection, Introspective, Light, Loneliness, Lonely, Melancholic, Melancholy, Mellow, Peace, Peaceful, Poignant, Relaxing, Somber, Sombre, Suspicion, Suspicious, Sweet, Uplifting, Warm, Warmth
Mix
Vocal Mix, Full
Release Year
2026
BPM
150
Key
D
Category
Contemporary Music, Songs
Subcategory
Dramedy, Heartwarming / Sweet, Music, Poignant, Poignant To Uplifting, Songs
Description
Introspective Singer Songwriter Modern to Slow Chilled Laid Back Relaxed Sparse Electric Fingered Fingerstyle Guitar Fingerpicked Fingerpicking Distorted Distortion Electric Calming Chilled Gentle Laid-back Relaxed Soothing Soothe Tranquil Tranquility Radiant Bittersweet Reminiscent Reminiscence Wistful Sentimental Sentimentality Chilled Laid Back Layered Full Slow Building Guitar Fingerpicked Fingerpicking Lyrical Male Vox Male Chilled Calming Laid-back Soothing Soothe Smooth Sentimental Sentimentality Wistful Bittersweet Isolated Isolation Relaxed Painful Pain Chilled Laid Back Slow Powerful Strings Violin Bass Drums Vocals Male Vocals Percussion Perc Piano Electric Piano Contemporary Music Songs Dramedy Heartwarming / Sweet Music Poignant Poignant To Uplifting Songs Dramedy Light Mellow Peaceful Poignant Sweet Uplifting Warm Chill Acoustic Dramedy Poignant Warm Bleak Bleakness Calm Heartbreak Heartbroken Heartwarming Intimacy Intimate Introspection Introspective Loneliness Lonely Melancholic Melancholy Peace Relaxing Somber Sombre Suspicion Suspicious Warmth Acoustic Mandolin Shakers
Lyrics
We dig up the coal We bury our heads In the shadows of the mountains Of what lies ahead The coastline is coming Now what can you see Is it the weight of the past or Can you hear the songs of the seas? Take me wherever you roam For I was an Island Buried (buried) alone We sheltered from the storm With the weeds in the windows And the cracks on the floor But no whispers of wisdom We're sailing out now Going through the muddy waters We're holding out hands up To catch the rays above us Take me wherever you roam For I was an Island Oh buried (buried) alone Take me wherever you roam For I was an Island Oh buried (buried) alone
