Uplifting

A shamanic drumming journey to meditate, relax and journey within. 

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https://www.skyrivers.co/journey

Hi! I'm Sky Rivers, a musician and shamanic healer in Sydney, Australia. I create medicine music for meditation, sound healing and shamanic journeying. I'd to hear from you in the comments! Let's connect.

Much love,
Sky xx

Mystic

Mystic (Shamanic Drumming Journey)

Written in a Post loss pre funeral haze hope you enjoy it

Shock!

PARIS (Where it all went wrong)

(R Murphy, F Lynch)

Never wanted to be loved by anyone else but you, it seemed so strange
I was locked inside this room, in a room that never changed
Like a silent shroud, a morning you breezed into my life
When you held me in your arms, I felt your love and tender charms take me to ground

Like a great umbrella stretching right over my world, you knew no bounds
I remember Paris, in the Metro, reading Jean-Paul Sartre, Je ne t'ai pas
Each little piece fell. It all fell to pieces

Never wished to hide a while, or look at you with that golden smile, uncool
I was always feeling flat, feeling left out like a fool
And from your summer morning window, you looked down on my life
When we dance till twilight hour, I watch the worlds that you devour and regurgitate
When you summon demons from the darkest hole within to incinerate

I remember Paris in the Metro, where it all went wrong
Each little piece fell. It all fell to pieces

Je me souviens de notre premier baiser, ça goûtait si adorable
C'était juste une faible lueur, dans cet hiver de notre vie actuelle

I remember Paris in the Metro, where it all went wrong

Hi, it's me, I'm out of town until Monday, just leave a message
Look, if you're there, just pick up, I'm sorry about the way I acted last night, I was such a fool
Such a fool

Each little piece fell. It all fell to pieces

Copyright PizarroMusic 2024

(With special thanks to Anne Finlay for the French intermission section... TRE BIEN!)

"Paris" (In The Metro, where It All Went Wrong).  Fiona Lynch.

metronome

I fell into a mental blackhole. Finaly I'm back and I feel better 😊 This is an old song but I think it fits well with my feelings. Love to all ❤

I was gone but I am back

90's inspired Hard Rock made in Detroit.

Who's to say you find a way to hold us back again.
The lesson keeps us so alive, just like the living dead.
Can't stop the speculation.....bonafide.
Running out of sound again, losing just in time.

Cold rejection an unfamiliar song. The art of being wrong.
It's Called projection. You tell me to be strong. The art of being wrong.

Cast aside the human try, holding on to Psalms you don't abide.
Fugitives placed on a train, broken down annihilation, forget the baggage claim.

Cold rejection an unfamiliar song. The art of being wrong.
It's Called projection. You tell me to be strong. The art of being wrong.
I'm tired to hear your wrong again.

Why stand forty stories tall. Head check you're not a hero.
Pages from a manuscript. Plain and clear you didn't read at all.
Head check you're not a hero.
When it comes to devastation, I guess we've scene it all. 
Time to watch it fall.

The Art of Being Wrong

Composed & produced by: Carlos R
Carlos Rodrigues Productions ©2024

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