The time has come to wash my hands in the stream 
Wondering if I’ve ever been anyone except for me?
I’ll cleanse myself in the river that runs red in the winter leaves 
It’s colder than everything I’ve felt in the years since 23

When river runs wide 
Will it give us more life?
Will it take what’s right, 
And balance the bittersweet.

But the time has come 
And the floods are here
Now the trees won’t speak
Because winter’s near.

The animals all know the signs 
We are left to devise. 
Rain again oh rain again oh rain again over me 
When the river runs wide 
Then the river runs dry 

Until then, must the river run red?

River Runs Red - demo

Phlox

Freezing

Freezing (Better with Laci) [feat. Laci Kaye Booth]

Raat_Zuhra_Asma

FREE YOURSELF / LIBÈRE TOI / SÉ LIBRE
By Lissa DJ LyLy feat. MMV- Maria  V. 
… Free thyself — go now, be gone.
Sé libre — sin mí, ve con tu son.
Je me libère de toi, sans regret ni effroi.
I am no longer bound to thee...
FREE YOURSELF / LIBÈRE TOI / SÉ LIBRE
(Lissa DJ LyLy / Lissa Gustave © 2025)
Languages : French - Spanish - English

Free

Free Yourself

FREE

“Sleep in the Field” is a tender, minimalist folk ballad that drifts like a breeze through tall grass. Fingerpicked acoustic guitar lays a gentle foundation as the ambient sound of distant wind and night insects draws you into a timeless world. The lyrics tell of letting go, Of time, technology, expectations, and returning to something raw, real, and unspoken. With whispered harmonies and sparse arrangements, it captures the quiet clarity found far from noise, where stars are ceilings and peace is felt in the soil beneath you.



Sleep in the Field

Some memories feel too tender to speak aloud, but music finds a way to say what silence protects. Black Lace Confession is one of the most vulnerable songs I’ve written.  A quiet admission wrapped in candlelight and shadows.It’s about the blurred line where pleasure and guilt blur.

Thank you for listening with your heart open.🖤🎙️✨
Black Lace Confession out now.

Black Lace Confession

🥀🎶🥃
"You said goodbye like lighting flame. 
And I stood still, but not the same. 
We left no trace that time forgives. 
Just empty stems and what-if lives."
 🥃🎶🥀

Thank you  🫶


Whiskey and Roses Final

	
In the spring my dreams streamed out
From sea to shining sea
O Sibylline
Now petals drop down one by one
She loves me, loves me not
O one by one

- O teach me how to laugh and how to cry
- O break chains of the past and we will fly
- And we'll fly

Sheet music https://drive.google.com/file/d/1HNA-OEN4prFmsjGf_iJRXlqBXHqvLg4L/view?usp=drive_link
2.8

ONE BY ONE

Words taken from my friend's memoir: Walking Backwards to Pepperland, by Bruce  Ashford

- You're walking backwards. Where are you going?
- You're waking backwards. Tell me where you're going
- (a)Backwards to Pepperland. Back where it all began
- (b) How can you understand? Backwards to Pepperland
- Walking backwards

"The spontaneity passed in time. Maybe it died and was filled up with yuppiedom and pretenderland. Because you had to do something, something you had to buy into even though you didn't want to, when better stuff used to be free."

Tender gecko on the window lost its tail to survive
Clinging inside, looking outside, living sacrifice
Kilauea the volcano rumbles far below
Rising magma, glowing halo ready to explode

Raging rocker, jerk-off winker, burst of red in my brain
On the ceiling shadow eye blinking slowly all night and day
Sparkling diva, Atman heart flower, golden hill, mescaline
Shadow people on the prowl, backs broken by the machine

The millennium coos the white dove, sad dark-eyed Christ Child
Makapuu beach, God within reach, my heart shouts to the sky
Tender gecko on the window, new tail, revived
Clinging inside, looking outside, restored alive

"I understand the heart of a child exposed to the cosmos, in the wonder of nature when it first encounters Brahma's dream of the universe. I know this child heart when it faces the games of adulthood. It is a story of innocence betrayed."

sheet music https://drive.google.com/file/d/1QjATBUWyfa8yL_Zsk7DtMIUDZKO0EHmQ/view?usp=sharing
2.1

WALKING BACKWARDS

With a voice like dusk settling over the hills and lyrics that feel handwritten just for you, Isla Grey is a calm, minimalist folk-country singer whose music whispers rather than shouts. Rooted in stillness, solitude, and soul, Isla's songs are built on warm acoustic guitar and open-hearted melodies.

Isla grew up on the edge of quiet mountain town, where long drives and late-night porch talks shaped her love for storytelling. Music first found her through the gentle hum of her grandmother’s record player—an old wooden console that spun everything from Emmylou Harris to Norah Jones. But it wasn’t until her teenage years, after the loss of someone close, that Isla began writing songs of her own—at first in the margins of notebooks, then late at night with a borrowed guitar and a voice she was still learning to trust.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for being here. Every stream, every shared story, every moment her music becomes part of someone else’s day—it means the world. Your support keeps the fire lit and the songs coming.

Sleep in the Field

Isla Grey

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