Name: Lost In Your Love by Mileena Rayne
Duration: 3 min 52 s
Description: Love song about being scared to love but they end up being strong and loving towards you instead of hurting you.

Promises is the bonus track to the album Lifing. 
Not your usuall love song..
It's about overcoming the stories we tell ourselves about love, and the limitations and stress that derive from these stories.
It's about letting go of all of that and coming back to our true selves.

Promises

eu·troph·i·ca·tion

But the one who stands firm to the end will be saved (Math. 24:13)

stardust shallows

Saturated Silence

Combined a couple poems/songs from some notepads from about 10 years ago, when I was 28 ;) .....lots of juicy stuff....a little bit of good poetry  :) Thanks for listening and supporting my music endevour!!! Much love fom AZ!

Governed By These-"Live" from AZ

MONICA
Les paroles sont de FG


Que ta peau soit belle ou chiffonnée
Avec un vrai ou un faux nez

Tu joues de l'harmonica
Tu en joues ma Monica

Tu me joues de l'harmonica
Tu m'en joues ma Monica

Tu m'en as fait verser des larmes
Oh Monica
Quand tu me jouais, jouais de l'harmonica

Comme si tu mettais sur mes bobos de l'arnica
Quand tu me joues, me joues de l'harmonica

Oh Monica

Tu sais apaiser mes alarmes
Oh Monica
En me jouant, jouant de l'harmonica

Tu sais me faire rendre les armes
Oh Monica
En me jouant, jouant de l'harmonica

Et quand de toi nue à moto
J'effaçai toutes les photos
Du Nikon et du Konica

Tu sus passer sur mes bobos
De l'arnica quand tu me jouas, jouas de l'harmonica

Quand je me pose des tas de questions
Et que tu  me joues de l'harmonica
Monica

Que tu gonfles tes joues
Ma Monica
J'entends souffler, souffler le vent
Monica

Et quand tu me joues de l'harmonica
Que tu gonfles tes joues
Monica

À mes questions ma Monica
J'entends la réponse dans le vent
Monica

J'entends la réponse dans le vent.
Monica


MONICA
Lyrics are by FG

Whether your skin is beautiful or wrinkled
With a real or fake nose

You play the harmonica
You play it my Monica

You play me the harmonica
You're playing with me my Monica

You made me shed tears
Oh Monica
When you played me, played the harmonica

Like you put arnica on my sores
When you play me, play me the harmonica

Oh Monica

You know how to calm my alarms
Oh Monica
Playing me, playing the harmonica

You know how to make me surrender
Oh Monica
Playing me, playing the harmonica

And when you're naked on a motorbike
I deleted all the photos
Nikon and Konica

You knew how to get over my ailments
Arnica when you played me, played the harmonica

When I ask myself lots of questions
And you play me the harmonica
Monica

That you puff out your cheeks
My Monica
I hear the wind blowing, blowing
Monica

And when you play me the harmonica
That you puff out your cheeks
Monica

To my questions my Monica
I hear the answer in the wind
Monica

I hear the answer in the wind.
Monica

Monica

Love song about being scared to love but they end up being strong and loving towards you instead of hurting you.

Lost In Your Love

There were times I knew that I was gonna change the world.  
Ride off in the sunset, on a horse, with the girl.
Be a hero, save the day – maybe they’ll throw me a parade.
Instead, I’m working nine to five, trying to pay my dues.
Most weekends I’ll mow the lawn, maybe change a fuse.
Fix a leak and pull some  weeds.  Maybe a hero’s not what you need.

I could have been a bright light in your darkness, a pedestal to lift you up.
A voice of reason in uncertainty, when your lips were dry, I could have been your cup.
I always tried to stand so tall.  I soon found out I could not do it all.
The thing you needed me to be – was enough.

I always thought I had to be strong, be the man.
And you always let me, I see now, and understand.
No, I never saved the day, but you let me think that way
You always smiled and said you loved me as I am.  
Said you wouldn’t change a thing, happy as a clam.
Looking back, it’s plain to see all the things I could have been.

I could have been a bright light in your darkness, a pedestal to lift you up.
A voice of reason in uncertainty, when your lips were dry, I could have been your cup.
I always tried to stand so tall.  I soon found out I could not do it all.
The thing you needed me to be – was enough.

I always did what I thought was best for us both. 
I only needed to do enough.





Enough

UN REVEIL SONNE

Un réveil sonne, un bruit d'enfer
Sophie se lève pour le faire taire
Deuxième réveil, sur le secrétaire
Sophie se lève pour le faire taire
Troisième réveil dans la cuisine
Sophie se lève mais fait grise mine
Oooh c'est dur le matin…

A sa fenêtre, la radio chante
Elle boit tout son thé à la menthe
Son chat, bébé, s'étire, se frotte,
Lui montre bien qu'elle lui manque
Elle passe du temps devant son miroir
C'matin au boulot surtout pas d'histoires
Ah non ! Pas d'histoires…

Une clope, ses clés, son sac, son phone, 
B'sou bébé, faudrait pas qu'elle déconne
Son chef, bien chef se met en pétard 
Pour le moindre de ses, de ses retards
Mais rien à faire, elle court, se dépêche
Elle court dans la rue, se désespère
Ooooh j'vais être en retard…Quel drame…

Son tram l'attend, elle n'est pas à l'heure
Sophie se doute qu'elle plaît au chauffeur
Le gars métro, lui donne son métro
Qu'elle lira toute à l'heure dans le métro
Une journée de boulot qui commence
Sophie pense toujours à sa romance
Oh oui, la romance, ça la rend vraiment..

Toc toc, le code, elle monte au bureau
Mange la madeleine à Caliméro
Son chef, bien chef lui fait une remarque
Sophie s'en tape, rien ne la marque
Le phone sonne pas de mystère
C'est Laurent qui se désespère
Oooh Sophie…réponds-pas…


Une clope, ses clés, son sac, son phone, 
Elle quitte le boulot pour le resto
Elle mangera ce qui lui plaît
Tant pis à  ceux à qui ça déplaît	
Son pantalon lui serre la taille
Pour elle ce n'est qu'un détail
Ce soir, Sophie mangera ThaI...

Arrive l'heure de partir
Sophie en a marre et se tire du boulot
Elle envoie son dernier mémo
Bye bye l'ordi ferme son bureau
Le phone sonne pas de mystère
C'est Laurent qui se désespère
Oooh Sophie ... répons pas 


Une clope, ses clés, son sac, son phone, 
Bébé l'attend, faudrait pas qu'elle déconne
Son chat bien chat se met en pétard 
Pour le moindre de ses, de ses retards
Mais rien à faire, elle court, se dépêche
Elle court dans la rue, se désespère
Ooooh j'vais être en retard…Quel drame…

AN ALARM CLOCK

An alarm rings, a hell of a noise
Sophie gets up to silence him
Second alarm clock, on the secretary
Sophie gets up to silence him
Third alarm clock in the kitchen
Sophie gets up but looks grim
Oooh it's hard in the morning...

At his window, the radio sings
She drinks all her mint tea
Her cat, baby, stretches, rubs,
Shows her that he misses her
She spends time in front of her mirror
This morning at work, no fuss
Oh no ! No stories…

A cigarette, her keys, her bag, her phone, 
Good baby, she shouldn't mess around
Her boss, a good boss, goes into a funk 
For the slightest of her, of her delays
But nothing to do, she runs, hurry
She runs into the street, despairs
Ooooh I'm going to be late...What a drama...

Her tram is waiting for her, she is not on time
Sophie suspects that the driver likes her
The metro guy, give her his metro
Which she will read later in the metro
A day of work begins
Sophie still thinks about her romance
Oh yes, romance really makes her...

Knock knock, the code, she goes up to the office
Eat the madeleine at Caliméro
Her boss, a good boss, makes a remark to her
Sophie doesn't care, nothing marks her
The phone is ringing, no mystery
It is Laurent who is in despair
Oooh Sophie…don't answer…

A cigarette, her keys, her bag, her phone, 
She leaves work for the restaurant
She will eat whatever she likes
Too bad for those who don't like it	
His pants tighten his waist
For her it's just a detail
Tonight, Sophie will eat Thai...

It's time to leave
Sophie is fed up and gets out of work
She sends her last memo
Bye bye the computer closes its office
The phone is ringing, no mystery
It is Laurent who is in despair
Oooh Sophie... don't answer

Un Réveil Sonne

Full version https://on.soundcloud.com/xqVNVj9gu52eq6Jy9

Music by Gaetan Bouchard
Words by Ian Chouinard

Climb a tree  - Acoustic version

Mileena Rayne is an emerging artist who blends heartfelt lyrics with captivating melodies. Her life experiences bring raw emotion and authenticity into her music that resonates with the soul.

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