Hello Suno Friends, This is part of the StoryTellerz Mini Event: „Go West“ Developed by amazing German Rebell Check out his Profile: 👉@germanrebell Checkout the playlist: 👉https://suno.com/playlist/deb13f8a-c8b5-463e-963e-b702d3066bc2 🤠Challenge:🤠 Create your persona and integrate it into the Wild West of 1874. 🤠My Song:🤠 Preo Preoccupied is a funny and friendly but restless soul. She is always on the run seeking for … she does not remember. While travelling from City to City she enjoys the Land and prepares liquors, Parfume and medicine to sell it. She likes all people she meets but never stays long at one place. The friendship though she keeps forever in her heart and takes every where she goes. Greetings, Preo 😘 ___________________________________________ ▶ Die Deutsche Community für Suno Artisten. ▶ Wir sind die StorytellerZ im Discord unter: 👉 https://discord.gg/pXKrJtmAe7 ___________________________________________ ©2025 by Preoccupied ___________________________________________ 🤠Verse 🤠 She drives her cart over the dust-bitten land, with cordial in tow and wild herbs in her braid. The world is vast, yet never unplanned— her fellowship growth, year by year, well arrayed. [Pre-Chorus] Preo cometh and goeth, like wind ever fleet, yet a token of each soul she doth quietly keep. She loveth thee in silence—till again ye shall meet. [Chorus] Preo Preoccupied, the wanderer bold, she roams with intent, through heat and through cold. The West is her hearth, the prairie her creed— she cometh, she goeth, but forgets thee not indeed. 🤠Verse 2🤠 She gathereth musings, root, stem, and vine, and turneth them into tinctures of curious worth. The townsfolk queue with coin and with time— for Preo’s draughts, they’d traverse half the earth. A thank-you may follow—when the moon is full grown. [Pre-Chorus] Preo cometh and goeth, like wind ever fleet, yet a token of each soul she doth quietly keep. She loveth thee in silence—till again ye shall meet. [Chorus] Preo Preoccupied, the wanderer bold, she roams with intent, through heat and through cold. The West is her hearth, the prairie her creed— she cometh, she goeth, but forgets thee not indeed. 🤠Verse 3🤠 What she seeketh, she hath long mislaid, yet feeleth it stir in her marrow’s keep. A glimmer, a sign, in twilight arrayed— she followeth the breeze where secrets sleep. [Pre-Chorus] Preo cometh and goeth, like wind ever fleet, yet a token of each soul she doth quietly keep. She loveth thee in silence—till again ye shall meet. [Chorus] Preo Preoccupied, the wanderer bold, she roams with intent, through heat and through cold. The West is her hearth, the prairie her creed— she cometh, she goeth, but forgets thee not indeed. 🤠Verse 4🤠 She waveth with mirth when it’s time to depart, packs her wares with a practiced hand. Yet none lament her onward chart— for Preo returneth to every land. [Pre-Chorus] Preo cometh and goeth, like wind ever fleet, yet a token of each soul she doth quietly keep. She loveth thee in silence—till again ye shall meet. [Chorus] Preo Preoccupied, the wanderer bold, she roams with intent, through heat and through cold. The West is her hearth, the prairie her creed— she cometh, she goeth, but forgets thee not indeed. 🤠🤠 Well then—so long, my cherished companions, I ride my rounds, the tried and true dominions. But soon I shall return—and perchance I’ll settle down…. at a glance …, Or not … hahaha. [End]
