I came across the page of Natalie (Caught in a Moment) https://soundcloud.com/missx-3 and instantly fell in love with her voice and music. 

The original song was a live-recording of Natalie's voice and piano. 
https://soundcloud.com/missx-3/peace-of-mind-theres-hope
I added a few things to make a duet version out of it. Here is the result, I hope you enjoy. Sound quality is limited due to live recording and the necessity to split it up in stems to re-mix it. Hope you don't mind.

Caught in a moment - vocals, piano, composition, lyrics.
BeSinger - vocals, guitars, lapsteel, strings, rearrangement.

Lyrics

I can read your mind
its the calm after the storm
it was breaking us
but will never reach our souls

theres a peace of mind
one I never thought Id find
so glorious
all my doubts have turned to dust

never seemed so bright
we're the a calm after the night
for that distant light
its so worth to face all fights

never seemed so bright
though I never thought Id find
so glorious
all my fears are made of dust

Theres hope!

Picture (c) Natalia Aguado (Peace after the Storm)

Peace of Mind (There's Hope) - Collab with Caught in a Moment

I have come to accept that who I am
tho intriguing and oft beguiling...
but beneath it all...is just me wilding
and that scares U into tribaling...to
run me off or keep me chained
and tho ur ignorance is false witness
in this U are ordained
for U are quite common in a world
where nothing offered is a wicked gain...
yea
so U keep me chained...
but I caught fire and burned 'me' down
turned to ashes...and reborn...am found
but I'm not tamed....
no, run me off?
try to keep me chained. yea babe
ur a touch insane
yea run me off or keep me chained
yea babe
in a world where nothing offered is nothing gained
where U remain...wearing ur own chains

Ur Own Chains

lo fi  live  first take ( vocals and guitar)
Electric guitar added for xmas ...worth a listen . Enjoy
REMIX AND REMASTERED NOV 2025


'Please come home for Christmas' live LO FI   ( REMIX FOR 2025) Cover


The weather’s turning cold, my dear
The wind is blowing from the north
Let’s gather wood to build a fire
let’s put some green around the old front door

Soon the family will be gathering
Friends and loved ones that we hold dear
They’ll laugh and drink and sing
And toast the ones that are no longer here

they’ll raise their glass
draw their friends and family near
And toast the one no longer here

they’ll be sitting at this table soon
Raising up old memories
Breaking bread and sharing tales
Finding comfort in their company

And someone will give their thanks above
For they made it through another year
And there’ll be better days ahead
When the first signs of spring appear

Oh, how they will rejoice!
They’ve made it through the year
Soon the spring will reappear

And when the new year comes around again
And We’re alone inside our thoughts so deep
we’ll swear to be our better selves
Making promises we;ll never keep

Christmas '25

After taking a break from this story for a whole year, The Smoking Trout is so happy to share with you all the final chapter in our epic ongoing tale, the Quest for the Holy Dumpling! Thanks to all who've joined us on this fantastic ride, as either listeners or musicians. See credits below to learn about the crew who contributed to this memorable final episode. You'll also find links to our BandCamp and our earlier album, plus Jeff & Jo's incredible lyrics!

Stonerjazz @user-911083679 -- Lyrics, Vocals (intro/outro) Guitar (intro/middle)
Tot - @tot-beat -- Beat & Drums (intro/outro)
Tea R. Sea - @tea_are_sea -- Beat (middle), Synths (throughout), Production
Nadia Selvaggi - @nadiaselvaggi -- Vocals (middle)
TexMex Shaman @texmex-shaman -- Guitar & Guitar Special Effects, Mastering
Nic - @nic_nic_nic -- Vocals, Synths/Keys (middle)
Jo Richter @sonic-textures -- Lyrics, Melodion

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Catch up with all 12 tracks in the Smoking Trout's now-complete concept album, Quest for the Holy Dumpling: on.soundcloud.com/FR63a

Listen to the Smoking Trout's first album, The Land of Zed (2021-2022): on.soundcloud.com/WB34q

Find us on BandCamp!  https://thesmokingtrout.bandcamp.com
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Lyrics (by Stonerjazz & Jo Richter):

Everybody on the bus, Gus and Stu
and some others from Uriah, too, made up their minds
packed up their kinds and kith and kin
and decided unattachedly to pack it in
and Johnny, all nostalgic for the solitude of melancholic bedsheet ascetism, said
"We should go to Zed" and smiled in mild remembrance
"I saw a crack a couple light years back in the space time continuum,
with a sign that read, Zed, 50 miles straight ahead.
We might get there in time to liberate my lost accordion
from the clutches of the local patron
a relative of Mr Smith’, if I am not completely wrong.“

Uriah had a riot
when the dumplings disappeared
trampled by the herds of lust, desire
lampooned by the nerds of rust and fire
gobbled up by fast food throats and street flock trucks
and someone farted, burped and said they wanted seconds
and that was when the trouble started and ursurped the mental landscape
and who’s to blame but some minions from that moppet, Alfred Rufus Smith
who to his simian bewilderment was headed back to earth
in that stolen starship that he stole again, restole and stole for just another time
(the way rebirthing beings rack up karma by incarnating ceaselessly)
from the only holy spaceport of that karmic spacelord on the potted planet
frowned upon by Gus and Stu and all the riders of experience on the nirwana bus--

--"And so it was , they crossed the boundry into Zed, and landed lightly on the purple plain
and when they did, all the holograms on board the bus turned into real Girls and Boys
Would love to say thing turned out well but what the hell , who can tell
Uziel Wivress, Neal Nic and Nadia, jeff and Jo, Stephen Tot and Terry too enjoyed the view as the bus it hit the ground
in the golden grass near the end of June--
Gus and all the crew were happy to have arrived safe and sound
and without a scratch on that sacred patch of rock in space--

see the tarmac flotilla in karmic espandrilles
sharpen their common intuition
and like expanding armadillos
overcome respective inhibition
and cross across the crucial rift and ,riffing, raft the cosmic shift
and wake up in the place where Jonny is remembered as the bringer of the dumpling and the player
of the most beautiful instrument Divine --

Quest for the Holy Dumpling: The End of the Line

According to experts...a banshee will arrive at night and cry aloud as a warning of death approaching for a loved one...rumor says that if u cry aloud with her, she will go to heal the dying bc she doesn't want any more mourners among her ranks


If I cover my ears and refuse to hear
the wailing of the banshee
will she...run away?
but no...I know she bears a warning
the harbinger of new mourning
so I'll start my crying now
and I'll join my voice to that sullen kow
til she takes wing...to fix the ailing
away my sister sprite
the spirit of dark night
away now my love...to keep thy ranks at thin
to souls who wears no skin
invisible to all but bear the seeing of third eye
yea...the echo of the banshee cry
O away away away
take wing away away
to where the dead sing

Wear No Skin

When I was younger
wilder in my ways
I had a pluck for anger...and those were my dangerous days
this was a curse I was made to carry
no escape...even when I marry
but I refused to quit on me
knew how much better it could be
so I walked away...every day
from the hurt and fear and pain
yea bae
and I let it rain 
rain
rain down on me
and tho it nearly killed me
kept me drowned and close to dead
I found the waters edge
and I crawled like the first crustaceans
bared my claws as I fought for sense
and when I tell my story...
tho I know U now adore me...
not so long ago the words most used
had me insane...with no defense
but I refused to quit on me
knew how much better it could be
so I walked away...every day
from the hurt and fear and pain
yea bae
and I let it rain 
rain
rain down on me

Had Me Insane

I feel like I've been drugged
...and somehow bound
but the walls are so close, I don't know
if I'm up or if I'm down
and I'm in darkness...O lord
I've been buried and I'm alive
...put in the ground so I don't make a sound
and I embody the earthen empress as I rise
and...ain't U surprised
cause I'm riding justice on a pale horse
carry a burning spear...'case U don't hear
my voice...and so...bro, 
gotta make a choice...time to make a choice
and I won't tary to know ur fate
cause baby, I'm runnin late...and
I feel like I've been drugged
...and somehow bound
but the walls are so close, I don't know
if I'm up or if I'm down
and I'm in darkness
...put in the ground so I don't make a sound
and I embody the earthen empress as I rise
and...ain't U surprised
cause I'm riding justice on a pale horse
carry a burning spear...'case U don't hear
my voice...time to make a choice

A Choice

I knew a man doing 18-20 for killin another
over money...
and I knew a kat...pullin life in max...
for some random attack, after the fact
dead man on the floor...life without parole
and I ain't got time for all that
trynna steal my soul...
and its not about the bullets
and its not about the cash
got boys playin men...
dont have the wisdom to let shit pass
cause its only money...gonna get bumped
in a crowd...ain't when the weather ain't sunny...them demons get loud
so...
sit back...relax
breathe...a lil deeper
wait 30 seconds 'fore U decide to hit back
cause babe...ur a keeper
remember that
keep going deeper
cause when it all shakes out
life is a labyrinth
and baby...we're all seekers
yea cause 
I knew a man doing 18-20 for killin another
over money...

The Seekers

(Its said that the Romans were halted on their march to destruction when they came upon the Gaelic women of Wales...for the keening 
for the screaming...the druidesses screamed and flitted between their men to encourage and call upon spirit, this and the men chanting with the drum...the frequency was maddening...)

I am descended of the furies
the wives and mothers of grown men
and I've died a hundred times
on shores I've sworn my life to defend
my hair grown wild
my drum and pipe
my legs gon bare to be prepared
to fight...to climb and squeeze to death
as is my right...
yea...gon fightfightfight
and I've gone by many names
tho none would know me here
but the name, most remember me by...
is hope in time of fear
yea...Imma VOLUNTEER
can't conscript what fights for free
and U can't stop the galantry
cause I am the one
and only...the daughter of the man
the inheritor of the band
too feral for ur pedigree
I've died a hundred times
on shores I've sworn my life to defend

As Is My Right

In this dream of ocean islands
I was meant to charm the sea
to speak with whales and orcas
as I do with honey bees
and as I wander among the mountains...
their chains reach below the trees
and the frost holds conversations
as she sets in for the freeze
O and I can turn my body over
and I can fly high as I can reach yea
and when I reach the realm of gods...
my crown'll come back to me
the charmer of the sea
the whisperer of the beasts
Yea hey ya ho
O
in this dream of ocean islands
I was meant to charm the sea
to speak with whales and orcas
as I do with honey bees
Yea hey ya ho
O

Charm The Sea

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🤟🏼Working on new patterns and techniques in composition, production, and performance of both instrumental(classical/acoustic guitar) and voice- pieces are built (loops and beats)..on BandLab @nyla_k00  and Soundtrap (new)

I have removed the (amp) tag for consistency in distribution- acoustic pieces I perform will be tagged as ‘acoustic’ (apologies for page reorganization)

TBH, I aspire to be a guitar 🎸 but I’ll settle for being able to play competently what I hear when I write...(one day, Alice...to the moon)

I study under Duncan L. Wood and am grateful for his guidance and patience. Most of my influences are Folk/Blues/Indie, but inspiration arrives in many forms so HT to Hip Hop, Rap, Classical, especially Chamber trios. Current tracks are first cuts and I may update them in the future with cleaner versions, thank you for listening as I learn.

Ur Own Chains

Nyla K