This is the playlist of my most favourite epic music tracks from Two Steps From Hell. Hope you enjoy it!
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Genre: Trailer Music — Epic music — Emotional music — Choir/Orchestra/Vocal
Tracklist:
00:00:00 Heart Of Courage
00:01:57 Protectors Of The Earth
00:04:48 Winterspell
00:08:09 Victory
00:13:30 Blackheart
00:17:55 El Dorado
00:22:09 Strength of a Thousand Men
00:24:28 Northern Pastures
00:26:39 After The Fall
00:29:06 Love
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00:00 Blues Delight — Slightly Hung Over
04:46 Gene Deer — Midnight Healing
12:30 Chris Bell — Cold-Hearted Woman
17:50 Scott Holt — Ive Got A Mind To Give Up
24:00 Bernard Allison — Help Me Through The Day
28:50 Luther Johnson — Lonesome in My Bedroom (Live)
35:24 Gary B.B. Coleman — One Eyed Woman
39:45 Aynsley Lister — Need Her So Bad
46:46 Bronk
— Directed by Zach Wilson of Two Brothers Films.
Recorded and Mixed by Orion Paradis at www.soulsound.ca
We recognize and thank Creative Saskatchewan for their financial support in the production of this video.
— Lyrics:
Dead Love couldnt go no further
Proud of and disgusted by her
Push shove, a little bruised and battered
Oh Lord I aint coming home with you
My lifes a bit more colder
Dead wife is what I told her
Brass knife sinks into my shoulder
Oh babe dont know what Im gonna do
I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee
My squeeze
The stage it smells, tells, hells bells, miss-spells
Knocks me on my knees
It didnt hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt
Hang me on a tree
After I count down, three rounds, in hell Ill be in good company
Dead Love couldnt go no further
Proud of and disgusted by her
Push shove, a little bruised and battered
Oh Lord I aint coming home with you
My lifes a bit more colder
Dead wife is what I told her
Brass knife sinks into my shoulder
Oh babe dont know what Im gonna do
I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee
My squeeze
The stage it smells, tells, hells bells, misspells
Knocks me on my knees
It didnt hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt
Hang me on a tree
After I count down, three rounds, in hell Ill be in good company
Why do we send music to the stars?
Is it because we want our voices to live forever?
How else should we become pure spirits, singing forever in the dark?
“Our stars are not where we last admired them.
Our homes crumble and we dont know which place to long for”
— Ann Druyan
Voices — Neneh Cherry, Clypso.
Co Production — Jamie xx
Piano — Mick Jones
Sample — The Voyager Golden Record (1977)
