Free Friday (“FL&R”) – March 31

     Free and Legal Downloads? Yes, at least temporarily. Bands often temporarily permit free downloads of their releases.  The end of an offer may be based on the expiration of a set period of time or on a limited number of downloads.  But at least for now, here are songs that qualify as Free, Legal and Recommended (FL&R) downloads.

     Finding songs that can be legally downloaded is easy. The difficult task is to find legally downloadable music that we recommend. Our plan is to post at least one FL&R song each Friday.

      Emmy Rival is based in Nashville, Tennessee. She teamed with Kyle Lampi in writing an Electro-Pop gem entitled “Native Gold.” Emmy’s legal last name is Keil, but she uses “Rival” while wearing her performance hat.

     “Native Gold” by Emmy Rival

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/emmyrival/

Website: http://www.emmyrival.com/

      “Pages” has a gentleness to it, until controlled chaos temporarily takes the reins partially through the instrumental bridge, which begins at 2:16. The song belongs to Magana (Jeni Magana). The other contributors to “Pages” are Bryan Percivall (bass), Jeff Fettig (guitar), and Nick D'agostino (drums). Magana is based in Brooklyn. 
     "Pages" - if your browser doesn't show the download arrow, try either the Soundcloud page (CLICK HERE)  or the Bandcamp page (CLICK HERE).

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MaganaOfficial

Lyrics of “Pages” by Magana

Reams of forgotten words lie in a sheet on the floor

Covering years that I don’t remember anymore

They’re just pages of a story that no one will hear

Thousands of characters and I don’t remember their names

So my best friends and enemies are starting to look all the same

They’re just pages of a story that no one will hear anymore

Cause I looked back and decided that the past’s a poison tree

And it doesn’t belong to anyone, but me

Cause they’d twist the facts; they’d tell it wrong

They’d make it short, but my story’s long

I’d rather no one knows, no one sees

That way I can forget anything that I want to

Reams of forgotten words lie in a sheet on the floor

What if I burned that house down

It won’t be there anymore

We’re just pages of a story that now no one will hear