Island Dream Beat Golden strings strum and weaving rays into waves, vibrations sun, a hymn, a hum, where time goes yum You hat rift with heads held high, painted the melon toast on a mango sky. Hip, hip, and palms swing, whispering secrets of a carefree thing. No shirt, no socks, just the tide's embrace, a rhythm of freedom, a sacred space. Tambourine laughs, a steel drum sighs, and the ocean croons the soul cannot deny. Snap to the beat of the swaying breeze, island spirits waltzing through the trees. Golden hours, a sun-kissed trance, feet in the sand, caught in the dance. Island in the sun, you’re more than a song, Let’s ride this tune 'til the day is done, under the coming moon, baked in the island sun.
Lost and found audio gold, musical jewels and treasure. Soul extremes and borderless suprise.