Songs about open skies and open hearts. Nature, nostalgia and the kind of feelings that stay with you.
"Where every note feels like a breeze through tall grass."

Fields & Feelings

A calm journey through country and folk-inspired sounds. Perfect for open roads, sunsets, and unspoken thoughts.
Let the road lead you somewhere quiet.

Style: Acoustic country, folk, Americana, emotional storytelling.

Hashtags: #SoftRoads #CalmCountry #AcousticJourney

Soft Roads

The Stories She Tells Collection

APRIL  2025

the beauty of the song is in the heart of the listener ♥️

FOR ME-FOR YOU-FOR BEAUTY

Evans

June 2025 - Part 7

Smoke and Mirrors

All Roads Lead You Home

Written in memory of Martyn Stringer for anyone struggling with mental health issues or s-u-i-c-i-d-a-l thoughts/tendencies. God Bless.❤️

Hope on the Horizon

"This seduction of sadness is a whisper dressed in velvet - it doesn't beg you to listen, it lures you in.

The "candy man" is not cute - he is danger wrapped in comfort
Even pain wears a scent - when it wants you back..
You were warned, but you opened the door anyway"

***
the candy seller is already here..
but..
he's just a part of your hell..

you know..-
he always comes back..
even if - it's not worth it..

when you meet him -

don't say hello..
don't say my - hello!..

yes.

all feelings have become a lie..

- tell me yourself, what to do? ..

you tried to be good
and got tired... - of living...

you left...
left nothing....

we are not braver together
here we are - nobody...
nobody...

result:

sounds like an echo - this emptiness..

be afraid I'm with you..
be afraid I'm with you..

you don't seek salvation -
you drag yourself along...

you hide... -
what's left in your dream...

and you lose everything..

changing places and names...
not experiencing pain -
you get stuck in it yourself..

and - you buy sweets!..

saying -
that all this is not about you!..

but...
the sweets seller is already nearby
and he is only a part of your hell..

he always comes back..
even when you don't need it..

and
how will you greet him

don't say hello!..

hello

***
продавец конфет - уже здесь..
но..
он лишь часть твоего ада..

знаешь..-
он всегда возвращается..
даже если -  не надо..


как встретишь его -

привет не передавай ..

мой -
 привет -
не передавай ..


да.

 все чувства стали ложью..

 - сам скажи как быть ..

ты пытался стать хорошим 
и устал... -

жить...


нам 
ты ...
 не оставил... ничего....

мы -  не смелее вместе 
вот мы и - никто...
никто...
итог..

и звучит эхо - этой пустотой..

бойся я с тобой..
бойся я с тобой..

ты спасения... не ищешь -
тянешь за собой...
за собой...
скрываешь... -
что  осталось в твоём сне...
и всё теряешь..
всё теряешь..

 места и имена меняешь ...
 не пройдя  через боль
 сам в ней застреваешь..
и - покупаешь ..  

говоря -  
что это всё не про тебя..

но...
продавец конфет уже рядом
и он лишь часть твоего ада..

он всегда возвращается..
даже когда не надо ..

и
как  встретишь  его 
 привет не передавай ..

мой - 
привет не передавай ..

хай хх-хай
хаи-хай

I sit at the bottom of a blood moon sky
Staring at the stars both fixed and falling 
I wonder
Maybe even aloud
If this is all there is down here?

These thoughts are not new to me
I have thought them all my life
But I cannot seem to give them  a name  

But If I did
It would be high and unpronounceable
Spoken in a tongue known only by me

Written with letters full of music
Scrawled in all the margins
On every single page of my 
Book of Longing

Sometimes in a delicate script
Beautiful and deft of hand
Sometimes etched so deep
the pages bleed and beg for mercy
 mercy

Maybe the wind could answer by  
Threading knowing and 
blowing it through my bare 
and broken branches.

Maybe the Sun can answer 
in its final burst of color
as it sinks beneath the horizon 
Does he know ?
I don't know
but he took my questions  with him 
when he went down

The moon is giving me comfort  
that everything will be ok...
 with her long gentle silver fingers
on the oceans face

Maybe the stars are the only ones 
that know for sure
They will lead me to the truth
 If I allow them to

The North Star whispers to me 
he has spoken with the Creator
He insisted I must do the same

 I did as the North Star asked
and I waited
and I waited


The Lion sent word
through the Comforter

He said tell her
I have read every single page
in her Book of Longing

every single word
He read every single word

Blood Moon Sky

Inspired by The Screwtape Letters and 
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies
 Psalms 25

You say you've got demons deep in your head
is that so? 
They won't leave you alone
Let's invite them to lunch lets break some bread
Sit down at the table, let's examine the fables and lies they said


[Verse 2]
Pull up a chair let's hear them explain
why they wanted to cause you such pain 
No need to fear you are stronger than you think
Let them confess their dirty deeds through their teeth as they feast
One by one let your fears flee

[Pre-chorus]

Together we can stand as one
Facing demons till they're gone
every last one
every last one

[Chorus]
Face your demons one by one
pull the masks from their faces
look them in the eyes
Ask them why they fell from God's graces
The daylight exposes
this scurrilous bunch
Let's confront them at the demons' lunch

[Verse 3]
No more accusations in the dark
You've got questions, leave your mark
This won't be the first time they fall
Sort it out once and for all 

Pass the salt let's banish the pain
Seek the truth break every chain
Pour another goblet of honest 
Now you know what makes them tick
Understand they are powerless

[Pre-chorus]
Together we can stand as one
Facing demons till they're gone
every last one


[Chorus]
Face your demons one by one
pull the masks from their faces
look them in the eyes
Ask them why they fell from God's graces
The daylight exposes
this scurrilous bunch
Let's confront them at the demons' lunch


Hand them the tab
let the demons pay the bill
A hemlock feast for the wicked beasts
This will be their last meal

THE DEMONS LUNCH

My self made song. I hope you like it.

A gentle piano or guitar intro introduces the song, accompanied by a slow but haunting beat. Strings could provide emotional depth in the climaxes of the chorus, while the melody carries a sense of mysticism and longing.


Ein sanfter Klavier- oder Gitarren-Intro führt in das Lied ein, begleitet von einem langsamen, aber eindringlichen Beat. Streicher könnten in den Höhepunkten des Refrains für emotionale Tiefe sorgen, während die Melodie einen Hauch von Mystik und Sehnsucht transportiert.

STARS ARE WATCHING YOU

Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/track/6xVQ38M3sH3jb4r1wCrD8A?si=574fef90eda54305

24_7 Chicken Salad

FOOL (in studio)

A Truck Can Do It All

Aces & Eights

Friday night, she locks the office door
heads home up the 405
Staring at red tail lights, like a crimson tide
Playing footsie with the gas and brake
She thinks to herself.
How much more of this, can a girl take?

She's barely in the door
kicks her shoes off, 
picks the mail up off the floor
She already knows
what bills she can't afford
with a heavy sigh, she wants to cry

Ohhhhhh oooooooooooooooooo

She checks the message on her phone
"Hey girl, are you coming out tonight "?
She knows she should say no
She knows she should stay home 
and save some money, 
she doesn't have a lot
so, she texts back..."probably not"

Ohhhhhh oooooooooooooooooo
Ohhh

But she's feeling restless
Maybe even a little reckless
she's gonna go 
She thought it through 
Because this is what the cool girls do

While she does her make up
She has a couple of glasses of wine
takes her pen takes a hit
that should do it ...

She draws smokey eyes, lips stained in Tom Ford,  
blush from Sephora, heads towards the door
grabs her Birkin bag, the one she couldn't afford 
and slips on her Jimmy Choo's
because this is what the cool girls do

Driving East on Sunset
freedom doesn't feel so far away 
her front seat is her confessional 
She doesn't have to be professional
She can say what she thinks, if she's feeling off kilter
She doesn't have to use a filter
she looks in the mirror and says, 
I confess...'I know I'm a little high,
I'm just trying to get by '

10:45 she's on the dance floor
what she was worried about  
She's not worried about it anymore
She gets lost in the music 
She's flying high above the clouds
She doesn't want to come down 
In her view
This is what the cool girls do

Driving West on Sunset
freedom feels so far away 
her front seat is her confessional 
She doesn't have to be professional
She can just say what she thinks, if she's feeling off kilter
She doesn't have to use a filter
she looks in the mirror and says, 
I confess.....' I know, I'm a bit of a mess'

TWO AM...she heads back home up the 405
Staring at red tail lights, like a crimson tide
Playing footsie with the gas and brake
She thinks to herself.
how much more of this can I take?

Is this what the cool girls do? 

Are you a cool girl too ?

What The Cool Girls Do

ANALOG by NOVA J

In my dreams I’m back in ‘93
In the office, computer-free
Fluorescent lights and rotary
Full of vintage machinery

Oh, I long to be analog (analog)
Yeah, I long to be analog (analog)

Off the grid
Analog
(Off the grid
Analog)

Yes to corded simplicity
No to scrolling anxiety
TV static serenity
In my dreams I’m back in ‘93

Yeah, I wanna be analog (analog)
Oh, I wanna be analog (analog)

Off the grid
Analog
(Off the grid
Analog)

In my dreams I’m trauma-free
Blur the bad that happened to me
Rose-colored glasses, simplicity
In my dreams I’m back in ‘93

Oh, I long to be analog (analog)
Yeah, I long to be analog (analog)

Yeah, I wanna be analog (analog)
Oh, I wanna be analog (analog)

Yeah, I wanna be analog (analog)
Oh, I wanna be analog (analog)

ANALOG

Drew singing this song ,we released it on social media last year, never put it it on SoundCloud though for some reason. A song dedicated to her parents

Dublin Romance

Distance

[Verse]
Ashes of the past blow away so cruel
Empty bed cold hands nothing left to do
Your voice echoes tight wrapped around my head
Colors fade to black wish I was the one dead

[Chorus]
Shadows of you creeping on my wall
Every memory feels like a violent call
Heart's in a chokehold can’t break the chain
Every night I'm drowning in your ghost again

[Verse 2]
Broken clock stopped at the hour you left
Every tick a reminder just screams regret
The air is heavy poisoned with your scent
A love like a dagger through the chest it went

[Chorus]
Shadows of you creeping on my wall
Every memory feels like a violent call
Heart's in a chokehold can’t break the chain
Every night I'm drowning in your ghost again

[Bridge]
Screaming to heaven if there’s someone to hear
But silence cuts deeper than my own fear
The mirror’s cracking it shows your face
Nothing remains but this hollowed space

[Chorus]
Shadows of you creeping on my wall
Every memory feels like a violent call
Heart's in a chokehold can’t break the chain
Every night I'm drowning in your ghost again


Shadows of Love

The bailiff says...ALL RISE

The Judge sits down
He's dressed in black
A woman on the stand
She's got a wedding band 
on her left hand

He says to the courtroom, take a seat
Nods to the woman, says Ma'am,
 you may proceed

Her lawyer is on fire

He layed it all out bare
he argued all of the ways her husband didn't care
Juror number 4 is thinking about now
Even God knows, he doesn't have a prayer....

He says...
This woman you married
She stands before me now
she says you disappeared her dreams
She testified, you took a knife to her dreams 
that does sound a little extreme 
but now, she wants to make you bleed

He says, sir...
Your word is your bond, 
How do you plead
How do you respond?

The jury's starin' him down
sweat running down his back
He's trying to put a lid on an anxiety attack
it's hard to make up an excuse
when deep down he knows the truth 
he knows, he knows...

He simply says...In my defense,
 I have no defense 
I'm guilty, guilty as a man can be

Guilty
Guilty 
Guilty
Guilty as a man can be


The Judge says,  "Im taking in to account,
 all of her dreams that died at your hand,  as the law demands
Son,  you used a knife
I'm going to have to sentence you to life"


The judge bangs the gavel
And the courtroom is rattled
He says "Guilty as charged"
the courtroom goes dark

guilty
guilty
guilty as a man can be 
guilty
guilty
He's guilty as a man can be...

He opens his eyes
to his surprise
his wife is asleep by his side
He realizes It was all a bad dream 
but he knew what he'd seen

He whispers to his sleeping wife..
I just wanna live my life with you
Your dreams matter to me too 
I don't wanna break your heart
I don't wanna make you cry
I just wanna love you for the rest of your life

I don't want to be guilty
guilty
guilty
guilty as a man can be
guilty
guilty
He's guilty as a man can be....


guilty guilty guilty...
guilty
guilty
He's guilty as a man can be...

GUILTY

[Verse 1]
Your smile was a flash in the fog,
A moment away from gravity.
You never knew what you became—
A silent spark, a gentle flame.

[Pre-Chorus]
Hidden in stillness, face to face,
Our eyes held each other for a while.
Time stood still, and in your gaze,
I felt you might have seen me too.

[Chorus]
Little angel, passing by,
Like a whisper through the sky.
No words were said, no promise made,
But something real that doesn’t fade.

[Verse 2]
You were kind, then turned away,
A true smile, but one step astray.
I opened doors you gently closed,
Yet your silence never froze.

[Outro]
One look back, a trace of pain,
And I knew things wouldn’t be the same.
Thank you for what you let me see.
Take care, little angel—
Your soul stays quietly in me.

Little Angel

She says, you say you're going out 
but you don't say where...
He says, I do it every night, since when do you care?
Something's gone very wrong in this love affair...

He says, I don't have time for this 
We've been through this before
He wonders if she'll ask him to stay 
She doesn't say a word
He stares right through her
He walks out and slams the door

[Chorus]
It can't be love when you're talking at me 
Your words cut deep
and leave me undone 
It can't be love that's causing the heartache
and making our hearts break 
it's clear....

If we're not in love 
Can I ask, what are we even doing here?
 
He said, your eyes used to light up 
when I came through the door 
now when I come home, 
you don't say a word, you just stare
at the floor 
Your silence is screaming 
You don't love me anymore


She said, You said, 
You said,  I was all you'd ever
need- 
and made that promise to me 
when you got down on one knee
I hear whispers all around 
that when you go out on the town
It's plain to see
That you need more...


ohhh it can't be love
When you're talking at me 
Your words cut deep
and leave me undone 
It can't be love
that's causing the heartache
and making our hearts break 
It's clear 

If we're not in love 
damn it, what are we even doing here? 
What are we doing here ???
 
it can't be love
no no no no no , it can't be love
Where were all the signs we missed ?
that it's all come down to this ?
 
 Words unspoken
 Promises broken ...
This can't be love....
This can't be love

This can't be 
Can't be 
Can't be 
Can't be love
It can't be...

HE SAID/SHE SAID

Yosemite

United We Stand Together.mp3

Everyone deserves a second chance.

Lyrics

She shuffles into the silent village at midnight
her back bent from carrying 
 her past, and everything she ever owned 
She prays for dreamless sleep 
feet torn, bruised and heavy
from the damp ochre clay, 
like shoes on her bare feet 


The kindness of strangers
 is what she hopes to find
 waiting, up ahead 
she knows it's not a sure thing
others have waved her on
they refused to see her need 

[Pre-chorus]

they didn't care, 
they don't care, 
they can see she's hit rock bottom, 
but she's not their problem 


[Chorus]
Freedom oh sweet freedom
from accusing eyes and tongues
that never knew the truth
and never wanted to 
Freedom from a life with nowhere to go 
trying to shine in the shadows
the only thing she ever wanted 
was to live her life as she chose
as she chose
she now breathes Freedom
Freedom fragrant as the tuberose

An open door, a candle lit
An old woman's face
her hand stretched out like hope
without a word spoken 
the chain of hopeless broken
she is invited in 


 Kind eyes and a knowing look says 
I've been where you've been, but
your story is your own 
on this journey to your wholeness
make my house your home

[Chorus]
Freedom oh sweet freedom
from accusing eyes and tongues
that never knew the truth
and never wanted to 
Freedom from a life with nowhere to go 
trying to shine in the shadows
the only thing she ever wanted 
was to live her life 
as she chose
as she chose
Freedom  fragrant as the tuberose

Freedom oh sweet freedom
from accusing eyes and tongues
that never knew the truth
and never wanted to 
Freedom from a life with nowhere to go 
trying to shine in the shadows
the only thing she ever wanted 
was to live her life 
as she chose
as she chose
Freedom  fragrant as the tuberose

Finding Freedom

Happy Easter..for sure thank you much...
Easter Thunder Cowboy Rap by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
"The weathervane’s hymn cuts through August haze,
A rusted compass pointing where the old ways graze—
These stalks keep time with granddad’s almanac,
But the soil’s gone quiet, bargaining with tractors’ backtalk."
Daddy taught me debt in the language of crows—
One for the mortgage, two for the rows that won’t grow.
We’d mend fence wire with blistered defiance,
While Momma hummed Psalms to the silent defiance
Of jars lining shelves, peaches bleeding syrup like years,
Her apron pockets heavy with unshed tears.
I’d chart futures in the grain silo’s dust,
Hide from hail storms in its ribcage of rust,
Too young to know iron’s kiss on the tongue
Was prophecy, not poetry, for the unsung.
Oh, the earth keeps a ledger under its nails,
Thunder’s fine print in the drought’s courtroom tales.
We signed our names in pesticide veins,
Let combines rewrite what the almanac claims.
But the crows still bargain, three seeds for a lie—
“Stay hungry,” they croak, “or learn how to fly.”
You came home with contracts and a corporate smile,
Said “Progress tastes sweeter when you starve awhile.”
Momma’s preserves shattered like census records,
Daddy’s fists clenched around phantom harvests.
I found you at dawn by the dry irrigation ditch,
Your shadow a scarecrow stripped of its stitch.
You muttered “Soybeans pay better than ghosts,”
Left your childhood boots as roadside boasts.
Now the mailbox coughs up subpoenas in spring,
The fields a chessboard where pawns eat kings.
I stole midnight’s ink to tally the cost—
What’s lost to rust can’t be sold to frost.
Let the auctioneer chant his heartland’s rant,
I’ll sow wild clover where their concrete can’t.
The crows brought me crowdfunded rain,
Trading viral storms for the right to remain.
I hybridize memories with heirloom grit,
Streamline the plow but let the dandelions commit.
Momma bakes rage into sourdough starters,
Daddy’s ghost debugged the John Deere’s martyrs.
We host agritourists in the barn’s new guise—
Instagram widows paying to romanticize
The “authentic decay” of our hollowed-out home,
While I code drip systems from granddad’s loam.
The crows judge all, but cut me a deal:
“Keep one acre wild, and we’ll kneel to no reel.”
The weathervane’s still singing off-key,
True north buried where the wild chicory
Breaks through the GPS-straightened rows—
A rebel bloom the spreadsheet doesn’t know.
The crows tally interest, but the land’s reply?
“Debt’s just a season… and seasons die.”

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Thunder Cowboy Rap by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Call out for help, got a bit of a problem
Cracking up under my foot begun to leak
I see rust coming through, been here a while
Water is about to flood us out

Find a way to make this right
Find a way to make this right

A tension break, or run aground, getting worse
Keep getting worse since it was found
Pressure seem to continue building
Could be a major break at hand

Find a way to make this right
Find a way to make this right

All hands on deck
We’re taking an ocean of water

Find a way to make this right
Find a way to make this right

All hands on deck
We’re taking an ocean of water

No time for discussion
Let’s get this resolved
There’s always a solution 

Find a way to make this right
Find a way to make this right


Find A Way To Make This Right

A smoky, late-night confessional draped in neon and memory.
“Midnight Hunger” dives into the ache of desire, the sting of regret, and the kind of love that lingers long after it's gone. With raw lyrics and a moody, sensual atmosphere, this track captures the emotional fallout of moments we can’t forget—and maybe don’t want to. Perfect for late-night listening, heartbreak loops, or slow-burning seduction.

# Midnight Hunger

[Verse 1]
You say it's just the hour,
But I feel the weight of years
Pressing on this silence
Like whispers drenched in tears
The city's neon heartbeat
Pulls me back into the haze
Where shadows wear your perfume
And time forgets my name

[Chorus]
This midnight hunger—
It don’t ask, it just consumes
Craving every lie we whispered
In that low-lit motel room
Your touch is like a ghost now
But I still burn with the bruise
This aching hour remembers
Everything I meant to lose

[Verse 2]
The vinyl spins its sorrow,
Same song as the night before
Ashtray full of maybe
Keys still in the door
Your lipstick stains the mirror
Like a promise half-erased
And I drink to dull the echo
Of the way you said my name

[Bridge]
I was never made for mercy
You were never built to stay
We danced like sinners in the dark
Then slipped in separate ways
But this hour pulls me under
Where your memory won’t fade—
A fever I keep feeding
In the bed that we unmade

[Final Chorus]
This midnight hunger—
Keeps me calling through the static
Wishing I could lose you
But addiction turns fanatic
You haunt me like a rhythm
That no silence can undo
Still starving for your shadow
In this hour born for two


Midnight Hunger

When you scream at Ghosts....

I met a masked robber at an open bar at Mardi Gras
He smiled and said ” I’m gonna steal your heart”
I said, if you’re trying to get my attention 
That’s a pretty good place to start 
I'd never thought he'd break my heart


I fell hard and fast
I thought, this kind of love could last
But....damn 
How could I have been so wrong?
Different dancer,  same song 
by the time the fall leaves fell
he was gone


It’s too late to apologize
It’s too late to expect you’d be a stand-up guy 
I’m tired of asking why...
There is nothing you can say or do
You're a masked robber on the loose
but I need a mercy from you


If you ever loved me 
Why'd you ghost me?
I need your ghost to come back


I need the ghost of you to come back
Take back all the love we made
Take back all of the reasons you couldn’t stay 
Take back all of the memories we ever made 
Take back everything that reminds me of you
 keep looking over your shoulder, 
I need closure,
This Louisiana girl needs to bury you


I sleep on your side of the bed
Where your head used to rest
I know that doesn't make sense 
I still don't know why you left
This is the state of affairs 
you left me in 
Was I not worth an explanation?
 I still feel your breath on my skin


I still go to Welty's  on Saint Charles Avenue
Our usual waitress, Miss Olivia 
she doesn't ask about you 
a knowing look, she says, 
Sugar, are you doin' okay?
I can barley nod, yes
Because inside I'm dying 
She knows I 'm lying

I could tell her you moved to California
But the truth is to this day
I don't know where you are either way


It’s too late to apologize
It’s too late to expect you’d be a stand-up guy 
I’m tired of asking why
There is nothing you can say or do
You're a masked robber on the loose
But I need a mercy from you


If you ever loved me 
Why'd you ghost me ?
I need your ghost to come back


I need the ghost of you to come back
Take back all the love we made
Take back all of the reasons you couldn’t stay
take back all of the memories we ever made 
Take back everything that reminds me of you
 keep looking over your shoulder,  I need closure,
This Louisianna girl needs to bury you


I'm gonna bury you 
I'm gonna bury you

The Ghost of You

Miki sings about her experiences since fronting styles Clash hope you all like this give the girl some love

Caught in the Spotlight

Title is an anagram of orange sith's name. The word trump in the song is the poor word he poisoned

Lyrics

I feel for you, as a human.
Daddy was evil, Greed nurtured this fooled one.
Everything voiced say, "I must be right"
Even if truth gets flushed with your shite
The weakest of humans has toy super power
Learned bottom lines trumps American flower

Good shrinks would welcome you with open arms
They could still give you back that childhood charm
But acceptance is key for that reality
These billionaire bubbles set no-one free

Every decision, xenophobic hate
Your base stays confused and feels aryan race
Cruel ICE. What apartheid?
Now scumbag musk is your daddy dear child
How about vlad? Does he scare you too?
Who needs world peace... Daddy putin says boo
You are our end to ignorance mate
The ink is ready to transcend your fake

The real news for you mate

That beautiful history when your lies become light
Soon wonderful future sees socialist might
We diffuse the billionaires, We stop your fights
And America grows part of Earth love rights

It's going to be tough but you could change this
But you'd need to admit how Dad took your bliss
My guess is you'll die and be adolf part deaux
70 years of shallow
You'll be back to learn more!

additional lyrics...
To Quote, "I'm the only one who can stop World War 3"
That's what sith said lying to yee
How you believed him we will never know!
Well the fuck the done... how about this shit show?
What's your excuse? Where's the justice?
Does it matter to you?
Do you care for your sisters and brothers?
How about the fact that Likud control your Army?
Or you align with dictators?
How about your own troops in your cities? Barmy?
You getting that smell yet from sith lying commities?
Wake the fuck up America!
Pussies! Obese Republican fat kitties

Druld Tampon

Cover à l'ammoniaque de PNL 🥰-1

Speak to me softly

Tonight your eyes avoid mine  
There’s a question dancing in the shadows  
Do you still love me or has time put out our flame  
On the floor only dust and memories

Speak to me softly let me hear your voice  
Let the silence melt between us  
Tell me I’m wrong that everything is still real  
Speak to me softly let me hear your heart

Maybe the floor remembers our games  
How many nights chasing scattered dreams  
Now the silence is a jazz that makes noise  
And fear holds me tight within its notes

Speak to me softly let me hear your voice  
Let the silence melt between us  
Tell me I’m wrong that everything is still real  
Speak to me softly let me touch your heart

If there’s a truth hidden between us  
Don’t let it vanish in this cold  
Hold me tight even just for a moment  
Let me know that not everything is lost

Speak to me softly let me hear your voice  
Let the silence melt between us  
Tell me I’m wrong that everything is still real  
Speak to me softly let me hear your

Speak to me even with just a sigh  
Don’t leave me here lost in the void  
If this is the end tell me softly  
But look at me again just for a moment

Speak to me softly

https://music.apple.com/it/artist/angelo-gabrielli/1810305453

https://open.spotify.com/artist/1X7rTUU8BbTv03uOQbXlDx?si=TQKdfac3RLWwcAul9GBhpg

You changed my world

Sometimes I can’t even focus my mind  
Feels like I’m living with my head in the sky  
I wasn’t like this, I was the opposite kind  
Now I’m a broken

You changed my world  
And it started with a simple “hi”  
You changed my world  
And to think I liked you so much  
You changed my world  
Give me back what once was mine

I lost all my habits, my friends and my pride  
My dignity, my peace, the calm I had inside  
I believed in you more than I ever knew  
And now here love from you

You changed my world  
My simple way of living, too  
You changed my world  
I thought that youYou changed my world  
Give me back what once was mine

I wish I could go back, rewind every mistake  
Find the strength I had before all this heartache  
But every step brings me back to your way  
And I wonder if I’ll find my own path someday

You changed my world, but now I take it slow  
Piece by piece, I hold myself and grow  
You changed my world, but you won’t change who I’ll be  
This time I choose where my wings will set me free

You changed my world  
And it started with a simple “hi”  
You changed my world  
And to think I liked you so much  
You changed my world  
Give me back what once was mine

You changed my world

Tracklist:

1. I Had This Thing (Sebastien Remix) - Röyksöpp feat. Jaimie Irrepressible
2. Satellite Girl - Lee Burridge
3. Here She Comes Again (DJ Antonio Remix) - Röyksöpp feat. Jaimie Irrepressible
4. Look Out (Juliet Fox Remix) - Moonbootica & Ante Perry
5. Because You Move Me - Tinlicker & Helsloot
6. Metris (Solee Remix) - Oliver Schories
7. Fingerprint - Lane 8
8. Cola (Franky Ricardo Remix) - Camelphat & Elderbrook
9. The Space Between Us- Dominik Eulberg & Gabriel Ananda
10. Sky Shines - Ramiro Drisdale
11. The End - Budakid
12. Everything You've Done Before (Dixon Remix) - Mano Le Tough
13. Cape of Good Hope - Dirty Doering 
14. Homecoming - Guy Mantzur
15. LGD - Tiga
16. Aroma - Roy Rosenfeld, Guy J
17. Secrets - Sascha Braemer feat. MLND
18. Sixth Sense - Sascha Braemer
19. Humans - Moonbootica feat. Jack Beauregard


Witch Eyes

New remix of Chris Isaak's classic Wicked Game by Venturam.

Feel free to chuck a like, comment or repost, possibly a follow. 

Enjoy!

Chris Isaak - Wicked Game (Venturam Remix)

“Bisogna sempre considerare la saggezza delle esperienze passate per vivere meglio il presente”
 
L'Orologio della Piazza

Elegante, portentoso, misterioso,  
A scandire sempre il tempo, il nostro tempo.  
Mi sono fermato per un attimo indefinito,  
A guardare l’orologio della piazza,  
Ero assorto nei miei pensieri,  
Quando mi sono accorto di una cosa diversa,  
Non ero io che guardavo,  
Ma era lui che mi stava studiando,  
Come se fosse stato messo lì, una sentinella.

E se avesse una memoria,  
O addirittura potesse parlare,  
Quante cose potrebbe dire, un'infinità,  
Comincerebbe dal passato,  
Ci spiegherebbe le differenze di ieri e di oggi,  
Le feste che ha vissuto,  
La gente che ha conosciuto,  
Come i fiori e anche i lutti,  
Oh, se potesse parlare,  
Sarebbe un pozzo di saggezza.

Racconterebbe di amori sbocciati,  
Sotto il suo sguardo attento,  
Di promesse sussurrate,  
E di cuori che si sono persi nel vento.  
Le risate dei bambini,  
E i passi lenti ora anziani,  
Ogni rintocco un ricordo,  
Ogni ora un frammento di vita.

E se avesse una memoria,  
O addirittura potesse parlare,  
Come un Dio scrutatore ,  
Ci spiegherebbe i sbagli del passato,  
Racconterebbe del tempo che ha vissuto ,  
Della gente cattiva che ha memorizzato ,  
Ma anche del bene che è stato seminato
Raccolto e profuso 
Oh, se potesse parlare,  
Sarebbe un pozzo di saggezza.

E mentre il sole tramonta,  
E le ombre si allungano,  
Lui continua a segnare,  
Il tempo che non si ferma mai.  
Ogni  battito un invito,  
A vivere intensamente,  
A non dimenticare mai,  
Le storie che ci uniscono.

E se avesse una memoria,  
O addirittura potesse parlare,  
Quante cose potrebbe dire, un'infinità,  
Comincerebbe dal passato,  
Ci spiegherebbe le differenze di ieri e di oggi,  
Le feste che ha vissuto,  
La gente che ha conosciuto,  
Come i fiori e anche i lutti,  
Oh, se potesse parlare,  
Sarebbe un pozzo di saggezza.

Orologio della piazza,  
Continua a scandire il tempo,  
Perché ogni istante è un dono,  
E noi siamo qui, a ascoltare.

L’orologio della piazza

This song sings of love and dreams while listening to the voice of the heart in order to release pain and sadness.

This song is a mix of dark parts about trying to get out of the darkness and positive parts about wanting to convey one's inner voice.

This is an original track.
I recorded the guitar, bass, piano and drums myself.Some elements like certain string parts, ambient sounds, and subtle adjustments were programmed using MIDI — although some of the string sounds were also played and recorded using an electric piano.
This track features vocals by Koharu Rikka (小春六花) using Synthesizer V.

Voice of Heart

At heart, I  am an emotionally honest, lyrically driven storyteller. I  love the written word. I love wrapping music around words in a musical story that is flavored with Indie, folk, country, classic rock,  jazz, blues, ballads anthems. 

 I hope you enjoy The Stories She Tells.  ; )

All songs written and produced by The Stories She Tells 
@Copyright The Stories She Tells