What if the world’s stories came not through screens, but through songs? Sing Me the Story by Dr. Elliot Lach is a reflection on how music can be a balm, a broadcast, and a bridge—delivering news, emotion, and connection without the eye strain or overload. Inspired by mornings in the kitchen, headphones on, heart wide open.

This track invites you to imagine a world where life is narrated in melodies—not headlines.

Sing Me The Story

Kites

[Verse 1]
How do you say I love you
When you know they’ll look away?
When the moment’s passed, the door is shut
And words just float astray?
How do you shout I love you
When it echoes back as shame?
When silence hugs the air so tight
You’re scared to speak its name?

[Chorus]
So I hold it like a secret
Buried deep beneath my skin
A truth too loud to whisper
But too sacred to give in
If I say it—will it vanish?
If I don’t—will it remain?
How do you say I love you
When it only brings you pain?

[Verse 2]
How do you say I love you
When the one you love won’t hear?
When “I miss you” sounds pathetic
And “I’m sorry” feeds their fear
How do you still keep hoping
When the facts all say you can’t?
When you’re dancing with delusion
But you never learned to plant?

[Chorus]
So I hold it like a secret
Carved in pages I don’t send
A prayer I tell the night sky
That will never reach its end
If I scream it—will it cheapen?
If I write it—will it fade?
How do you say I love you
When there’s nothing left to say?

[Bridge]
Why do words mean more to some
And to others just feel light?
Why does love become a burden
When it once had given flight?
Why does pain become a prison
When it only wants release?
Why can’t we just say I love you
And let that be our peace?

[Final Chorus]
So I sing it through the silence
In a song you’ll never hear
But it’s all I have to offer
And it’s all I hold dear
If I never say I love you
Know it still beats in my chest
How do you say I love you
When your heart won’t let it rest?

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How Do You Say I Love You (When It’s Already Too Late)

Me acostaba temprano, muy cansada,
me cansaba de sentir que las cosas
iban lentas y marchaban mal,
escribirte era la solución para mi mal.

Me sumergí en un ritmo infernal,
en el jazz, para a las voces callar,
todas me decían por las mañanas
que fuera al cementerio a descansar.

Por las noches te visito en tus sueños,
espero que por las mañanas
me puedas con nitidez recordar,
te digo que te siento desde la eternidad.

Te he buscado entre mis pensamientos,
y he naufragado entre mis sentimientos.
La rabia era agobio contenido,
es lo que tiene escuchar a los muertos.

Las flores calmaban esta ansia,
y arrancaban las amargas semillas,
y a mi personaje podía mirar:
veía cómo lloraba y se moría.

Por las noches te visito en tus sueños,
espero que por las mañanas
me puedas con nitidez recordar,
decirte que te siento desde la eternidad.

Por secretos pasajes caminé escuchando jazz,
con un poco de folk, y estas me traían paz.
Caminé como en secreto, en la oscuridad,
sólo te quería encontrar.

A mi personaje lo dejé medio en silencio,
para ver si por las noches te encuentro.
Tus energías son un radar,
voy a seguirlas hasta poderte encontrar.

Por las noches te visito en tus sueños,
espero que por las mañanas
me puedas con nitidez recordar,
te digo que te siento desde la eternidad.

Te digo que te siento desde la eternidad

let's see what's hidin' behind the hills .


beat : Daniel Paris Production


Take the road with me tonight
I wanna hold you close in the dark of night
I wanna - see you again
'Cause I can't pass another sunset without you, my dear 

And I wanna hear your voice
'Cause it's been years since I left
But I still remember it
Oh, ohh
And I wanna see you dancing in the river
'Cause I'm tired of waiting for a shadow of the past
Oh, my dear 

And I feel like I'm fading away
If you join me a little too late, just
Throw my bones in a grave in front of the sunset
And let me rest 

And I wanna hear your voice
'Cause it's been years since I left
But I still remember it
Oh, ohh
And I wanna see you dancing in the river
'Cause I'm tired of waiting for a shadow of the past
Oh, my dear 

Here I am, and you know I do all I can
All these pills and all this alcohol got me slow
Ooh
Through the night, I call your name but its all in vain
I'll sit there and I'll wait until the stars fall out of the sky 

And I wanna hear your voice
'Cause it's been years since I left
But I still remember it
Oh, ohh
And I wanna see you dancing in the river
'Cause I'm tired of waiting for a shadow of the past
Oh, my dear

Shadows of your voice ( ft. tetrivoid )

Track from the ToneBoneMachine album "Rain In Death Valley".

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Quiet moments when love slips through your fingers, caught in soulful jazz that knows the ache of letting go. Each melody carries the weight of goodbye and whispers of hearts learning to love again.

How do I breathe in this quiet house

Blue Nectar

Chaque morceau est une pièce d’un labyrinthe intérieur, chaque personnage un masque tombé dans le puits. L’Âne Flûte n’est pas un autre. Ni le corbeau. Ni le roi des rats. Tous parlent d’un même lieu, d’un même cœur fendu par les années, par le doute, par l’épuisement d’être. Ce projet est le récit d’un seul être qui s’est éparpillé pour mieux se rassembler.

Il a fallu deux années pour oser cette traversée. Deux années à visiter chaque recoin de la caverne : la peur, l’égo, la honte, la colère, mais aussi la lucidité, l’éclat d’une étoile dans la nuit, les murmures d’un espoir sans nom. C’est une cartographie de l’âme, un théâtre peuplé d’ombres qui sont toutes un seul corps.

L’intelligence artificielle n’est pas une coquetterie ici, mais un choix essentiel. Elle sert à ôter la voix de l’auteur pour révéler la voix de l’œuvre. Ce n’est pas lui que l’on écoute, c’est ce que ça dit en lui, et peut-être en chacun. La musique devient alors canal, les voix des archétypes, et l’auteur, un passeur anonyme qui délègue l’incarnation pour que l’essence passe sans entrave.

C’est un opéra intérieur, un carnaval de symboles, un murmure d’enfant vieux.
Un seul être se cherche — dans mille visages.

14-Un silence

Beautiful Stranger is about that instant connection — falling for someone you don’t even know.
Indie with a touch of wonder and a pulse of curiosity.

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Beautiful Stranger

our hearts have been untrue

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