Miracle of Sound<\/h1>\n

Hello, Stopgame<\/b>! Today I would like to tell you about one wonderful group, in some circles quite famous, about “Miracle of Sound”<\/b>. True, the term “group” is not entirely appropriate here. You see, “Miracle of Sound”<\/b> (Further Mos<\/b>) consists of only one participant, part -time and its creator – Gavin Dunne (Gavin Dunne)<\/b> Or simple GAVA (GAV)<\/b>.<\/p>\n

GEV descendant of ancient Celts, he is an Irishman. I don\u2019t know why, but I think all the Irish people are nurses ^____ ^. GEV is also no exception, but he is a very talented and versatile person. Judge for yourself, he at the same time And the composer, and the guitarist, and the soloist with a wonderful voice<\/u>. And most importantly – GEV is our man, that is, an avid gamer!<\/b> Which was reflected in his work, and at the same time glorified him. But about everything in order.
Unfortunately, Geva could not be found a detailed biography, I had to collect small facts. It is known that he entered the group “Lotus lullaby”<\/b>, which broke up just on the eve of signing a contract with a recording studio. It was very upset by Gava. To somehow reassure himself, he began to compose humorous songs about games. Suddenly, people appreciated his playful, satirical songs. They also asked and received every time more and more Powerful, seasoned, high -quality songs<\/i>, On the head is better than the previous. Over time and the number of views on YouTube, a hobby has grown into work, now GEV lives at the expense of his work.<\/p>\n

Gev held several concerts as MOS. Unfortunately, recently he has been observing health problems. About six months ago, he had strange phantom noises in his ears, which, unfortunately, are highly likely to be constant. He should not listen to loud sounds, because of this he said goodbye to live performances. Nevertheless, GV continues to compose music, observing certain caution. Another problem is his heart, the congenital disease “Long Qt Syndrome”. GEV himself ironizes: \u201cThis is an innate disease. There is a bright side: the realization that at any moment you can fall dead, motivates to bring all things to the end: D
I will take it in the same way as I treated all other shit, which happened in my life. I’ll look in the mirror and say: \u201cLet’s go to the dick. You can’t break me!”
A strong man, and he cannot occupy the feelings of humor and self -irony. It remains, just wish Gava good health.<\/p>\n

Someone dochackenbush painted Gavin such a drawing.
When asked by Gev, whether he looks like such a chubby, the artist replied that no, just like that he draws people (\u201dyou would have seen yourself before I made you even thinner\u201d).
The artist called his work “Who\u2019s The Smartest? Take A Wild Geth, which can be approximately translated as … “Who is the smartest? Get the first time “<\/p>\n

Now let’s move on to his songs. Briefly – They are a miracle, real brain!<\/b> Ideal a combination of stylization, humor and diversity. Each of his song is unique. It is also interesting that MOS is not limited to one genre, there is both blues, and pop rock, hard rock, electronic music, ballad, opera! But The most brainstream song<\/b>, combines in itself at the same time Indian chant, military march (giving something Scottish-Irlandic) and REP<\/b>. This song is called “HIS Father’s Son”<\/b> Made by the game Assassin\u2019s Creed 3<\/b>. Honestly, she plugs all the original music from the game for the belt! Yes, Christmas trees, the game turned out to be frankly passing, but justified herself only by the fact that Gev was inspired by her to create such an amazing composition!<\/p>\n

Songs dedicated to Assassin’s Creed:<\/p>\n

Translation author: Yegor Zhirkov<\/p>\n

The aristocrat of the sea sailed,
To find the ground,
So that in a foreign light alien
Ground superiority.
Knightly mask
Hidden plans of the cunning.
Was a son born and hidden
From the vile lies of the father.<\/p>\n

I am beckoning the sea
And rumble of seething waves.
Behind the principles of the father
I don’t rush afterwards.<\/p>\n

I am the brethren of sea wolves
Lead through the haze of the battles,
But our guns are faster for everyone,
And the credo keeps us.
Control has long been entailing a father,
He caresses his hearing.
Neither sentiments nor kinship
Do not tame my spirit.<\/p>\n

I am beckoning the sea
And rumble of seething waves.
Behind the principles of the father
I don’t rush afterwards.<\/p>\n

You go to war ..<\/p>\n

The roar of a volley, smoke of a fire ..
The right court will replace the punishment.
Dogma Credo – Our Mantra,
We will shed blood in the name tomorrow.<\/p>\n

I am beckoning the sea
And rumble of seething waves.
Behind the principles of the father
I don’t rush afterwards.<\/p>\n

I like to fall asleep under the next song, slamms and soothes. Romance, nya! ^____^<\/p>\n

Transferred: Artyom Serov.<\/p>\n

I rushed to the top
Considering the distant streets below
My time, I hope, will last eternity
And old age will never come<\/p>\n

They took away my peace
They took away my name
My family<\/p>\n

In a pale mantle
And the Secret Code
Lies my fate<\/p>\n

Hidden sign
Shadows in the moonlight
Invisible
Sucks of dull white clothes
Rise to the highest peaks of history<\/p>\n

On the Venetian stone
I climb and climb
Under the cover of the shadow
Puddles of dark red sin
On their faned sips, I will leave my label<\/p>\n

I will release them blood
I will hear how their last confession ooze
I am a hidden face of retaliation
That it haunts them sleep<\/p>\n

Hidden sign
Shadows in the moonlight
Invisible
Sucks of dull white clothes
Rise to the highest peaks of history<\/p>\n

Requiescat in Pace (may it rest with the world)<\/p>\n

Accept my revelations
Your salvation lies in them<\/p>\n

On the golden shores
My story is suitable for the end
Keep love
Wash out life
Hidden sign
Shadows in the moonlight
Invisible
Sucks of dull white clothes
Rise to the highest peaks of history.<\/p>\n

Translated: Anastasia Ryndina.<\/p>\n

Leaving wild places
Papoose
Surviving in formidable trials
I stand in the rain
I examine the plains
In pursuit of villainous biliary
Who sent everything that I loved to the flame
My name is the name of the apostate, my requirements are crushed
Pulling the onion, I aim carefully.
Turns of the game.<\/p>\n

Lead the brotherhood
Blood Credo<\/p>\n

Through the sting of Animus
They introduce people into us
I am a king of murders, this is well known
I cut your throat: red goes to your shape
The courage and freedom will be associated with us
From New York to Boston-a wonderful world in order to get lost in it
Snow Frontier
We are going to hunt here
Now the future is unclear.<\/p>\n

Freedom fathers lay the future, they fight with fire in the face
So prepare the bayonet if you haven’t prayed yet
My tomahawk must free these lands.<\/p>\n

Lead the brotherhood
Blood Credo<\/p>\n

Musketes and silver ribbons
Justice flows raspberry rivers
We follow the truth of ancient words
These veins will turn up tomorrow.<\/p>\n

I will lead the brotherhood.
I will be the blood of the credo..<\/p>\n

Dedicated to Mass Effect:
Good song for the final of any part of the masses of effect.<\/p>\n

Transferred: Lev Plotnikov.<\/p>\n

Flicker.
The light of the extinguished star.
Flicker.
Among the night darkness.<\/p>\n

It flies very easily in the sky,
Suddenly a flash of supernova will blind.
A little knew her on business,
But they will never forget ..<\/p>\n

When we finally arrive home,
– If we survive on the way
Suddenly we will be alone before darkness?
– If we survive on the way
For the souls of the fallen, I pray,
I sing you about their heroism,
We will die for Normandy!<\/p>\n

Well, how can it be:
Fight and lose?!
Now do not break us!
We have nothing more to lose!<\/p>\n

We scheduled a battle in the heart of the galaxy,
Now we are ready – we do not feel pain.
For now a little, but we will do so,
That we will be remembered forever!<\/p>\n

When we finally arrive home,
– If we survive on the way
Suddenly we will be alone before darkness?
– If we survive on the way
For the souls of the fallen, I pray,
I sing you about their heroism,
Made for Normandy!<\/p>\n

We will die for Normandy!
We will die for Normandy!
We will die for Normandy!<\/p>\n

Friendly, and you beat off the earth!?<\/p>\n

Translated: Lev Plotnikov (handsome! Great translation))<\/p>\n

Stumbling wanders in the darkness of a blind,
Do not forget, hope forever with you.<\/p>\n

Choose your path,
Continue to bend your truth
We\u2019ll be saved from hell to save us!<\/p>\n

But when the world begins to burn,
Think not to hide!
The world in the hands of hold,
Run away from the blow
Due to the darkness
Rise and return!<\/p>\n

Our faith began to crumble to dust
And our hopes are no longer in the hearts<\/p>\n

Suffocating fear,
After all, the reapers are at all pairs
They are approaching the ground to erase us ..<\/p>\n

But when the world begins to burn,
Think not to hide!
The world in the hands of hold,
Run away from the blow
Due to the darkness
Rise and return!<\/p>\n

For honor, for everything, for the earth
We finish the story
For honor, for everything, for the earth
We finish the story
(From omega to Mars)
(From omega to Mars)<\/p>\n

In the war we are not alone, my friend.
Shepard returns home.
In the war we are not alone, my friend.
Shepard returns home<\/p>\n

But when the world begins to burn,
Think not to hide!
The world in the hands of hold,
Run away from the blow
Due to the darkness
Rise and return!<\/p>\n

Dedicated to Mass Effect:<\/p>\n

One of the most famous fan songs in the history of video games!<\/p>\n

Translated: .
From omega to Mars
From the council to the most vicious bars
From the Castle Cosmos
To the majestic tower of Azari<\/p>\n

There are warlike Batarians who do not know modesty
Turians, boasting of their influence and resourcefulness
The rumble of cities fills space to the most distant stars<\/p>\n

But no matter what scars do you have
Whatever uniform wore
You can fight like a crown
Run like a leopard
But you will never be cooler than the commander Shepard<\/p>\n

In the halls of the citadel
Among the sparkling walls
Put the story of the Earth
Warriors defend their honor<\/p>\n

Salarian science is suffocating from pomp
She is as \u201cexciting\u201d as the search for Iridium
But one story captures the imagination of each<\/p>\n

But no matter what scars do you have
Whatever uniform wore
You can fight like a crown
Run like a leopard
But you will never be cooler than the commander Shepard<\/p>\n

But no matter what scars do you have
Whatever uniform wore
You can fight like a crown
Run like a leopard
But you will never be cooler than the commander Shepard<\/p>\n

You will never be cooler than the commander Shepard!<\/p>\n

Dedicated to The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim:<\/p>\n

There is in this song that such a native, Slavic chtol. And what words? As if sings about us. Skyrim for the Nords.<\/b> <\/p>\n

Transferred: on onion (probably pseudonym or poor child with parents of trolls)
From the mountain peaks, a deafening call
The slopes in the valleys are in a hurry
He will reach the hearing of husbands and fathers
Through the roar of a thunderstorm will fly<\/p>\n

In the north, people suffered for centuries
And in the veins their rage is seething
Beded songs of the dead fighters
Only an echo in the mountains will repeat<\/p>\n

My voice will rise upward
Will wipe the tears of winter
We will not be silent again
After all, we hear the Council of Councils<\/p>\n

Do not bow
We are Son Sons
Do not break us
Blows of fate
Our hearts are strong
Shrams do not count in the shower
But we will pick up all as one
The Council of People’s Commissars<\/p>\n

Put your predatory malice your
Make yourself obey
And quenched bloodthirstiness in battle
Let them bend before force<\/p>\n

Burning rage in ourselves we will grow
Freed from the shackles
We will protect our land from the enemy
Or die fighting!<\/p>\n

My voice will rise upward
Will wipe the tears of winter
We will not be silent again
After all, we hear the Council of Councils<\/p>\n

Do not bow
We are Son Sons
Do not break us
Blows of fate
Our hearts are strong
Shrams do not count in the shower
But we will pick up all as one
The Council of People’s Commissars
The Council of People’s Commissars
The Council of People’s Commissars of Penseeeeeeee<\/p>\n

The insidious peaks
The frames of heaven
Through storms and winds
I climbed to the temple
At the world the top
To this day fatal
The sages will open my path<\/p>\n

Do not bow
We are Son Sons
Do not break us
Blows of fate
Our hearts are strong
Shrams do not count in the shower
But we will pick up all as one
The Council of People’s Commissars!<\/p>\n

Here Gev performs along with a charming malukah.<\/p>\n

Transferred: Artyom Serov
Call a challenge in the snow
From the pillars of the barrier
Let me rest your feet
Come and listen to stories<\/p>\n

Raise your mug
For the legends of frost
Thanks to our songs
They will never be forgotten<\/p>\n

Stories that will never be forgotten
Saved in the legends of frost<\/p>\n

Kruziik ahkrin haalvut lok (ancient courage reaching to heaven)
Oblaan Qostiid Rein Norok (and prophecy, which is heard by a frantic roar)
Briinah Bruniik Sahrot Vahdin (fierce sister of a mighty virgin)
ZEYMAH MUL KENDOV KRIN (persistent brother of a brave warrior) <\/p>\n

Stories that will never be forgotten
Saved in the legends of frost<\/p>\n

Once and forever
Part of the story,
What will be remembered forever,
Warriors will become<\/p>\n

Far from the thunder
Echo of the past
Thanks to our voices
It never subsides<\/p>\n

So raise your mug for the legends of frost
Thanks to our songs, they will never be forgotten.<\/p>\n

Nords everyone knows what to do with honey.<\/p>\n

Translated: .
We are funny people Skyrim
So persistent and so brave
When the day came to an end
When the time has come for fun
We will drink and sing and scream!<\/p>\n

You are weak and cowardly drunkards
You can leave your throats with dry
Because there is only one drink
Which we will revel
Until the day of our death<\/p>\n

Drinking honey in the halls of Weitran
For maiden and husbands!
We drink our brew in large sips
Until we will tear us out
But then we will fill our circles again!<\/p>\n

You can leave your vile bing out for yourself
From it, our stomachs begin to bleed
After all, when we raise the circles
For the next murdered dragon
We need only one drink ..<\/p>\n

Drain the mug of honey
And one more mug of honey
Drain another mug of honey
While you are still standing on your feet
Drain the mug of honey
And one more mug of honey
Drain another mug of honey, warrior!<\/p>\n

After a long and difficult day
Hunting and battles
Our throats are tired and exhausted
And our bodies were saturated with blood<\/p>\n

But we will not spend our evenings
On a feeling of fatigue and exhaustion
We will permeate when we breathe
This healing smell of honey<\/p>\n

This Sirodil Brandy
Too fruit for these languages
You can leave your pompous wine Alto
It tastes like chorker manure!<\/p>\n

Balmore is blue for you beautiful
But here we love more modest
Just fill my mug
From a huge jug
Honey, courage and hops<\/p>\n

Drinking honey in the halls of Weitran
For maiden and husbands!
We drink our brew in large sips
Until we will tear us out
But then we will fill our circles again!<\/p>\n

You can leave your vile bing out for yourself
From it, our stomachs begin to bleed
After all, when we raise the circles
For the next murdered dragon
We need only one drink ..<\/p>\n

Drain the mug of honey
And one more mug of honey
Drain another mug of honey
While you are still standing on your feet
Drain the mug of honey
And one more mug of honey
Drain another mug of honey, warrior!null<\/p>\n

The song is dedicated … dedicated … Courage from 3 times to anyone:<\/p>\n

Translated: .
Houses and streets City 17
Took control of civil defense.
Knocked out my door, took me to the station,
They think I know something.<\/p>\n

Only thanks to the natural charm, I still have to.
When I woke up, I saw a silhouette of a mount.<\/p>\n

Gordon Freeman saved my life!
His intellect fights for freedom.
Gordon Freeman saved my life!
Like Chuck Norris, only GIK.<\/p>\n

Completely silent, cruel creation
With a contemptuous gaze of a geography teacher,
It was swiftly like a cheetah,
But, undoubtedly, it was broken out of all terms of Valve.<\/p>\n

I watched the Alliance was devoted to oblivion,
Dissolved in the air, along with hopes for episode 3.<\/p>\n

Gordon Freeman saved my life!
His intellect fights for freedom.
Gordon Freeman saved my life!
Like Chuck Norris, only GIK.<\/p>\n

Gordon Freeman saved my life!
(Which is lost – no longer return)
His intellect fights for freedom.
(No, this is never returned)
Gordon Freeman saved my life!
(You left the black mez too long)
Like Chuck Norris, only GIK.
(You are not destined to return home)<\/p>\n

His intellect fights for freedom.
Like Chuck Norris, only GIK! null<\/p>\n

I sob with bitter tears, gable where hl3. : (((((<\/i><\/p>\n

One of several songs on GEARS of WAR (my beloved):<\/p>\n

Translated: .
Well … Welcome to Delta, guys!
The first rule COG ..
Do not stick your head a guy!
Do not stick your head a guy!
Do not stick your head a guy!<\/p>\n

Struggle
With the brothers
As a boy, I learned everything about the scorched world
Where nothing is given for free
As soon as I was able to hold weapons
I ended up on deadly fields
Fought for his house
With an enemy who will never retreat<\/p>\n

But we will not stop, for now we are brothers by blood
We will meet again only at the line
And it is better not to guess from what fate is preparing for me<\/p>\n

Appeared to fulfill his duty, ser!
\u201cWhat is your name, son?”
Private Klai Karmain
(Now you are a weight, son!)
Private Klai Karmain
(Now you are a weight, son!)<\/p>\n

Do not stick your head a guy!
Do not stick your head a guy!
Do not stick your head a guy!
Now you are a gir, son ..<\/p>\n

One cold and cruel morning
Under the arch of the flaming sky
My brother Ent got a bullet in the head
He did not even have time to say “goodbye”
The very next year, in the midst of the battle
Received a letter from his brother Ben
It was signed by “Sergeant Phoenix”
I realized that I will never see him again<\/p>\n

But we will not stop, for now we are brothers by blood
We will meet again only at the line
And it is better not to guess from what fate is preparing for me<\/p>\n

Appeared to fulfill his duty, ser!
\u201cWhat is your name, son?”
Private Klai Karmain
(Now you are a weight, son!)
Private Klai Karmain
(Now you are a weight, son!)<\/p>\n

Now the cities are turned into ruins
And we have been fighting for many years
There is no end to this, there is no lumen of hope
Buddy, just don’t let your gears take off<\/p>\n

But we will not stop, for now we are brothers by blood
We will meet again only at the line
And it is better not to guess from what fate is preparing for me<\/p>\n

Appeared to fulfill his duty, ser!
\u201cWhat is your name, son?”
Private Klai Karmain
Private Klai Karmain
(Now you are a weight, son!)
Private Klai Karmain
(Just don’t let your gears go away now. )
Private Klai Karmain
(just don’t let your gears go away now. )<\/p>\n

Return to your hole!<\/p>\n

Do not stick your head a guy ..
Do not stick your head a guy ..
Do not stick your head a guy ..
Now you are a gir, son ..<\/p>\n

The song is dedicated to the sad fate of John Marston, touches the soul:<\/p>\n

Translated: .
My time is a thin pattern
I’m just a tired old sinner
Nothing is left behind
There is nothing to be proud of old age<\/p>\n

But when the time you give up will pass ..<\/p>\n

I will be with you
Redemption blues (redemption blues)<\/p>\n

No person can survive
All mistakes of their past
There is no shelter for me
Capable of saving from my memories<\/p>\n

But when the time you give up will pass ..<\/p>\n

I will be with you
Redemption blues (redemption blues)<\/p>\n

And justice is not a lady
She is a crumpled, beaten whore
She leaves beaten and defenseless
On a bloodied wooden floor<\/p>\n

Our days are numbered
The time around has changed
There are no more cowboys
Only men with cruel hearts<\/p>\n

My time is a thin drawing ..
I’m just a tired old sinner.null<\/p>\n

Announced “Witcher 3”, cheers.<\/p>\n

Transferred: Maxim Ermakov.
For all perverted kingdoms,
I saw how the day changed.
Clouds collided in heaven,
How people came across my way.<\/p>\n

Silver in a sword like a lion’s mane,
Steel is fast and cold.
They run out of the way and do not look at me,
The life of the outcast is as follows.<\/p>\n

There is no pain here for me,
I am busy with retribution,
Avenging silver and steel.
Silver and steel.<\/p>\n

Darkly dangerous elixirs are gloomy,
Icing, dense and acidic.
Painfully dug and stuck,
Killing me from the inside.<\/p>\n

And in the teaching and in battle, I am a master,
Upon learning of the beasts secrets,
Stretches and traps by placing,
And interrupting the monsters.<\/p>\n

There is no pain here for me,
I am busy with retribution,
Avenging silver and steel.
Silver and steel.<\/p>\n

Better leave when the witcher comes.
Srebro and steel.
Better leave when the witcher comes.
Srebro and steel.<\/p>\n

I don’t like graphs, not kings,
Or tricks and shirts of nobles.
But I have absolutely no desire to share their tremor
Before tiring politics.<\/p>\n

I am hunting for memories,
Slices of the past.
And only forgetting for a moment that I am looking for.
The vision will visit.<\/p>\n

There is no pain here for me,
I am busy with retribution,
Avenging silver and steel.
Silver and steel.<\/p>\n

Better leave when the witcher comes.
Srebro and steel.
Better leave when the witcher comes.
Srebro and steel.null<\/p>\n

And now a couple of songs about cyberpunk:<\/p>\n

Atmospheric, makes you think about our world and about the future.<\/p>\n

Translated: Katerina Sergeeva.
The radiance of city lights blinds my eyes
I inhale the stench of the crowd, and the streets of heat are fading
Churches will be erected by science, in the place of their ruins
Gold spiers grow for God from cars.<\/p>\n

The body was collected again
The spirit is chained in this pain,
Steel chose the heart as if ice<\/p>\n

Sold everything they could
Two -faced politicians
The world sits on the oil needle<\/p>\n

It is captivated by new gold, which is pouring through my veins
A man is alive in captivity of my body<\/p>\n

For all nature, you are like a new puppeteer
There is one large flaw on the network of steel cords
When I sleep, I see dreams of iron honeycombs
Your chrome trap will not subordinate me<\/p>\n

The body was collected again
The spirit is chained in this pain,
Steel chose the heart as if ice<\/p>\n

Sold everything they could
Two -faced politicians
The world sits on the oil needle<\/p>\n

It is captivated by new gold, which is pouring through my veins
A man is alive in captivity of my body<\/p>\n

It is captivated by new gold, which is pouring through my veins
(The body was collected again)
A man is alive in captivity of my body
(The spirit is chained in this pain)<\/p>\n

Gaven Blog quotes:<\/p>\n

The news for those who also liked the (to put it mildly) teaser Cyberpunk 2077.
\u201cI think I’ll just take and make a Cyberpunk song in advance and send it to the CD Project. Trying is not torture: D “
The final version of City of Night. Soon CD Project Red will receive it.
Cross your fingers so that they like it;)<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Let’s hope that CD Project will accept MOS proposal.<\/p>\n

Transferred: Yegor Zhirkov.<\/p>\n

Magabashny grow at night,
They shine more clear.
Networks, technology power,
Bright light of myriad of lights.<\/p>\n

And I can forget myself,
Replace the rotten flesh.<\/p>\n

I am the figure in the code that raves with itself.
The electric will give lights.
I’m a lonely traveler on the trail empty.
I’m a phantom among the streets ..
I’m a phantom among the streets of night.<\/p>\n

In this post, I tried to briefly introduce you to such an unusual and talented musician as Gavin Dunn. Here I posted a selection of my favorite songs, but on his channel in YouTube, you will find a lot of diverse compositions.
If you liked the creativity of MOS, sign on an offset channel in<\/p>\n

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Miracle of Sound Hello, Stopgame! Today I would like to tell you about one wonderful group, in some circles quite famous, about “Miracle of Sound”. True, the term “group” is not entirely appropriate here. You see, “Miracle of Sound” (Further Mos) consists of only one participant, part -time and its creator – Gavin Dunne (Gavin […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1046],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10092","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-post","has-post-title","has-post-date","has-post-category","has-post-tag","has-post-comment","has-post-author",""],"builder_content":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.worldrealestatenetwork.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10092","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.worldrealestatenetwork.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.worldrealestatenetwork.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.worldrealestatenetwork.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.worldrealestatenetwork.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10092"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.worldrealestatenetwork.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10092\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10093,"href":"https:\/\/www.worldrealestatenetwork.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10092\/revisions\/10093"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.worldrealestatenetwork.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10092"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.worldrealestatenetwork.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10092"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.worldrealestatenetwork.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10092"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}