wow got goose bumps al over, and then tears roll down my face

ambient ou chill, je ne sais pas trop : une invitation à la ballade en tout cas, dans un de mes lieux préférés, pour l'instant seulement rêvés ( mais on y retournera!)

Ste Marie Sur Mer Le Soir

Song about facing some of the intractible problems of life.
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Heaven Is Lost (with Vocals)

Secrets Of Inner Earth

I am the arbiter of magic
and do as my master commands
my 10-digit army
is always at the ready
keeping things steady

The executor
of a thousand plans
no day is ever the same
I wear different hats
I have different names 

 
[CHORUS]

I stay busy to keep the devil at bay
I fold in reverence when it's time to pray             
of all the many things I do
The most important thing I do
is to point you to the truth
I will always point you to the truth 


I hold a grieving friend
I wash a toddler's sticky fingers
I trace a lover's face 
I try not to make the same mistakes 


[BRIDGE]
Sometimes I pull my hand  back bitten,  
when I offer all I can
sometimes I am dirty, sometimes clean
sometimes I wash the other hand
from the whole damned dramatic scene

{CHORUS]

I stay busy to keep the devil at bay
I fold in reverence when it's time to pray             
of all the many things I do
the most important thing I do 
is to point you to the truth
I will always point you to the truth


The hardest thing I do 
when my hands are making plans
and I 've done all I can 
is to leave my plans
In God's hands. 

In God's hands

In God's Hands...

The hardest thing I do 
when my hands are making plans
and I 've done all I can 
is to leave my plans
In God's hands.

HANDS

This track was written in 2018 and recorded in 2019 in Woodstock, NY.

I walked to Albuquerque 
In the first part of my dream
Following the path you left me
Following the path you left me

I left my home in Woodstock
In the second part of my dream
Following the path you left me
Following the path you left me

Woke up in Albuquerque in the rain
Running horses and falling manes

I walked to Albuquerque 
It was midnight in my dream
Following the path you left me
Following the path you left me

I traced my steps this morning
In the third part of my dream
Following the path you left me
Following the path you left me

Woke up in Albuquerque in the rain
Running horses and falling manes

I walked to Albuquerque 
In the first part of my dream
Following the path you left me
Following the path you left me

I walked to Albuquerque 
In the first part of my dream

Albuquerque

Lay me down
upon the white table.
Administer your anesthesia.
Cut me open.
Dissect me.
Remove what no longer serves.

My inabilities mount.
My insecurities cloud.
Disassemble me.
Take me to the edge of the lake
and I will sink, numbly to the bottom
happy.

Kiss the mermaid.
The blood dilutes.
Eat my heart 
until I have no meaning.

They call my name.
The sound is distant.
I am not me.
I have ascended
to you.

Words by Riley Robinson

Disassembled

File Updated: Friday 19:56 GMT: Vocal fixed at the end and one more full vox run put in. Some vocal business to reign in put. And Alien (1
+2+3) and Predator (1+2) fixed the last verse. Haha! Not Alien vs Predator!

File Updated: Last verse sung / More Real Bass / Guitar in

Gotta stop somewhere but you could keep writing this poem for a long long time.... RIP David Lynch 🙏🏽


Lyrics

Indiana Jedi Jones
'Move merge 'just might of movie
Mould of light where the matrix moves
Terminator to these tones
Total Recall
Oh Grammaton Clerics...
Now Equal feel for this Prozium relic

Spotless is that sunshine mind
Lists come good with Schindler's kind
Such colour graft,
The grain of Amelie
Usual suspects set us free.
Rest Dear David,
We'll find that highway!
Less Robocops
Found Bourne identities
Dreams of new Inception seeds
Pulp Fiction,
Sound violence for the free.

In this Fight Club,
Let's talk about it.
Run Forest Run,
Let's get them fit.
Just like the drink,
On the Green Mile
Where Lambs go Silent,
Not many a smile.
Life is Beautiful,
Reality we make.
The Pianists' hands still never shake

For Casablanca,
Play it Sam.
It's redemption in Shawshank,
Time big in their plan
Where Alien or Predator can't revoke
The Godfather spoke
The Dumb and Dumber joke
On all Carey craft we toke

Indiana Jedi Jones

my grandmother would tell me stories growing up as a child 

grandmas stories.mp3.m4a

A mix of gritty growling rock. Turn up the volume 

Fire in my heart

🎵 DAS GEHEIMNISVOLLE 🎵
Ein Contemporary Folk-Duett von Viktor & Edeltraud Trncik

Inspiriert von Albert Einsteins Worten über das Mysterium des Lebens.
Ein intimes Folk-Duett über die Schönheit des Nicht-Verstehen-Müssens.

✨ "Im Mysterium liegt nicht das Ende der Suche, 
    sondern der Anfang des Staunens." ✨

feat. Piano, Acoustic Guitar, Cello, Violin, Tabla, Celtic Bodhrán

Lyrik: (The English translation is below the German lyrics)

Die Stille hält den Atem an
Ein Kribbeln zart wie Morgentau
Das erste Licht kündigt sich an  
Noch unsichtbar, doch ich vertrau

Ein Pulsieren tief in mir erwacht
Wie Blüten sich dem Morgen neigen
Die Spannung zwischen Tag und Nacht
Will mir den Weg zum Wunder zeigen

Und dann bricht es über mich herein
Das Staunen macht mich klein und groß
Ich tanze in dem goldnen Schein
Das Leben strömt so grenzenlos
Die Tränen und das Lachen sind vereint
Das Geheimnisvolle lebt in mir

Ein Samt-Vertrauen trägt mich fort
Ins Unbekannte ohne Bangen
Ich weiß, an jedem Zauberort
Wird Neues meine Seele fangen

Von Furcht zu tiefer Faszination
Die Kontrolle darf sich lösen  
Wie Nebel in der Morgensonne schon
Erkenn ich: Suchen ist Erlösen
Ich schwebe zwischen Traum und Wachen

Das Ego schmilzt, wird Sternenstaub
Die Antwort war schon immer da

"Ooh-ah-ah-oh-ee-ay-oh..."

Überwältigt sink ich in den Glanz
Die Gabe des Staunens macht mich reich
Ein triumphales "Ja" zum Tanz  
Das Leben singt unendlich reich
Ich komme heim ins Mysterium
Nicht an einen Ort, in einen Traum

Die Stille kehrt zurück und lächelt sacht
Das Mysterium hat uns heimgebracht
Der Kreis schließt sich in Ewigkeiten

Das Schönste, was wir erleben können, ist das Geheimnisvolle...

English translation:

The silence holds its breath
A tingling as delicate as morning dew
The first light announces itself  
Still invisible, but I trust

A pulsation awakens deep within me
Like blossoms bending towards the morning
The tension between day and night
Wants to show me the way to wonder

And then it breaks over me
The wonder makes me small and great
I dance in the golden glow
Life flows so boundlessly
Tears and laughter are united
The mysterious lives within me

A velvety confidence carries me away
Into the unknown without fear
I know that in every magical place
Something new will capture my soul

From fear to deep fascination
Control may be released  
Like mist in the morning sun
I realise: searching is redemption
I float between dream and wakefulness

The ego melts, becomes stardust
The answer was always there

‘Ooh-ah-ah-oh-ee-ay-oh...’

Overwhelmed, I sink into the splendour
The gift of wonder makes me rich
A triumphant ‘yes’ to dance  
Life sings infinitely rich
I come home to mystery
Not to a place, but to a dream

Silence returns and smiles gently
Mystery has brought us home
The circle closes in eternity

The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious...

Das Geheimnisvolle

Open Your Eyes

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 
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