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

Song about emotional breakup. This song was recorded by Annie first then me. Both versions are on here to emphasise the different emotions felt in both songs ! Enjoy

End of the road ( Female perspective) .mp3

Beneath the lone streetlight
a false moon in the dead of night
a dance of moths and damsel flies
where the false moon shines
its empty light a strobing beacon
yea
here in the false moon season
and I am reluctant to step closer
my senses focused on the hand I hold
like gettin called in high stakes poker
and there's a distant voice tellin me
to fold...yea
cause its time to roll...O
gotta roll baby roll...
beneath the lone streetlight
a false moon in the dead of night
a dance of moths and damsel flies
where the false moon shines
and I could leave it all behind
just walk away...from this pride of lies
turn my cheeks and avert my eyes
as I go on by...
yea...where the false moon shines

Where The False Moon Shines

A ramshackle talking blues song about a guy trying to reach his lady on a payphone.

Lyrics:
I'm heading out
I've got to call my girl
I'm out there
Looking for the last payphone in the modern world

I sold my soul to Ma Bell
Waiting outside the Texico
Using the last payphone in the modern world
I've been saving my dimes
Everybody wants to use this phone

They used to have a payphone
Inside the Roosevelt Hotel
But they removed it
Because it brought in "undesirables"
Hey, that would be me!
Last payphone in the modern world
(Lordy, Lordy, Lordy!!!)

Oh, there used to be a payphone
Behind the liquor store
The owner used to let you use his cell phone
But he says:
"No more!"
The last payphone in the modern world

Hey Mister, I'm next
I've been saving my dimes
I've got to call my girl
Let her know how much I'm alive
The last payphone in the modern world.

The Last Payphone In The Modern World

Recorded at Studio 15 by fabiano matiolla
fabiano matiolla - All guitars, bass, keyboards and drum samples...
Studio ID - Vocals
Release Date: 2025-12-03
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► Lyrics ◄


They're selling postcards of the hanging tree
Twelve ninety-nine at the pharmacy
History repackaged, taste-tested, clean
White walls, white noise, white screen

The cop show plays on channel four
Same script they've used since '84
Dangerous body, dangerous skin
Dangerous until the credits roll in

Property value, property line
Property body, property mind
They redlined the map and painted it new
Still the same hands deciding who's who

Your grandmother's block, now it's vintage chic
Boutique resistance at forty a week
Buy the aesthetic, skip the disease
Revolution branded at nineteen degrees

Blood in the blueprint
Bones in the loan
Monument erected
On somebody's home
On somebody's home
On somebody's home

The textbook edits, the museum curates
Which bodies matter, which bodies wait
Archive the anger, frame the scream
Make it digestible, make it clean

Property value, property line
Property body, property mind
They redlined the map and painted it new
Still the same hands deciding who's who

Who decides, who decides
Who survives, who survives
The market adjusts
The market adjusts
The market adjusts

Bull Market

this is a quickie I put together after a conversation with a mate ……….peace, and cheers for having a listen

Who I Am

is it a dog or a cat maybe a mouse could be a rat
is it a bottle or a can and let me know
who I am

is it a leaf or a tree is it the honey or the bee
dressed as mutton  could be the lamb please let me know
who I am

is it a highway or a road  could be a frog maybe a toad
Is it a fish or the clam  and can you tell me
who I am

Is it the ocean or the sea  is it a forest or a bunch of trees
was the daughter the son of Sam  and can you tell me
who I am

is it real or is it fake animal lover or beefsteak
reject the pig or eat the ham and can you tell me
who I am

Is it a spark or a flame is it mega or is it lame
is it old or secondhand and can you tell me
who I am

is it the singer or the song roll a joint or stoke the bong
breathing water or walking land can you tell me
who I am

is it a skirt or a pretty dress  scent of a woman or mans flesh
did she swim or him that swam and can you tell me
who I am

was it the chicken or the egg was he a she that said
life ever after is just a sham  but I can tell you
who I am

Is it X or is it Y real musician or ai
sperm donor or a happy dad and can you tell me
who I am

Who I Am


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

Last but not least.. collab with jerry p. using Suno for add.  arrangements and soundscapes.
Original song " Boulevard Of Broken Dreams" by H. Stytz and Pee Gee

I handed an old production sheet over for a planned studio recording that was never realized.. a template how the song could have sounded .. emotional singing and playing, string arrangements, upright bass, latin groove,
athmospheric sounds and a melancholic yearning  vibe!
Better use Headphones.. it´s still only a demo !

Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

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

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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.

Where The False Moon Shines

Nyla K