From Streaming To The Stage: How Music Discovery Is Changing Concert Culture
Sasha Mednikova - 28 Aug 2026
Harket Morten East Timor
Sandalwood trees are evergreen Cut them down Plant coffee beans Build no schools Construct no roads Mark them as fools Let ignorance rule Leave them stranded on their island Treat them to the tunes of silence Red is the cross that covers our shame Every kingdom, every land Has its heart in the common man Silently the tide shifts the sand Bury my heart on East-Timor In coral sands On golden shores Buried are those Who lived their lives No place to hide for Father and child Leave them stranded on their island Treat them to the tune of silence We shake the hands that kill and forgive Every kingdom, every land Has its heart in the common man Silently the tide shifts the sand Bury my heart on East-Timor On barren graves Where flowers won't grow Blooms our red cross lovingly This nightingale deed So we can be free Stranded on their island This army of the silent We toast our own goodwill and forget Every kingdom, every land Has its heart in the common man Silently the tide shifts the sand
