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released September 4, 2016

1) Woven (Yeshe Reiners)
2) History (Yeshe Reiners)
3) The Busker (Yeshe Reiners/Brian Dubb)
4) My Further Shore (Yeshe Reiners/Harry Manx)
5) Captain of my Soul (Yeshe Reiners)*
* In memory of Nelson Mandela, words from his favourite poem Invictus written in 1875 by William Ernest Henley
Yeshe Reiners: Lead Vocals, Kamele Ngoni & Percussion
Cye Wood: Violins
Christian Pyle: Electric Guitar (2, 5) & Keys (5)
Tenzin Choegyal: Vocals (1,4)
Lisa Hunt: Vocals (2, 5)
Produced, recorded and mixed by Christian Pyle @ SS Prawn & Spanner – Goonengerry, Australia
Mastered by Michael Worthington @ Soundworthy - Australia

(C) 2016 bdubb: a music company for artists

(P) 2016 World CitiZen Records

Artwork by Michael Dangelmaier, Karo Group, Calgary, AB Canada
Photography by Jane Rantall
Kamele Ngoni made by Resonance Ngoni (www.ngoni.org)
Love, thanks & gratitude to my wife Lyn for inspiration and keeping the home fires burning......
Also thanks to Cye Wood, Christian Pyle, Tenzin Choegyal, Lisa Hunt, Brian Dubb, Jane Rantall, Michael Dangelmaier, Harry Manx, Jacques Chiasson, Simon Fauteux, San Bao, Jeremy Cloake and last, not least to my global family of friends and fans.........



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Hailed by the Sydney Morning Herald as “Groundbreaking roots musician” and “Sublime ***** ” by the Montreal Metro, it is his new EP, Woven, that has finally pulled back the veil on the story of this internationally celebrated musician. Yeshe has emerged as the exciting new voice of Roots Music. ... more

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Track Name: Woven
Still feels like just the other day (1st verse)
When I saw that shadow cross your gaze
You seemed already halfway to the other
side, as we left together on our way

I saw it in your eyes (pre-chorus)
On that sodden day
Still took me by surprise
Guess I didn’t read the signs

Threads of destiny (chorus)
Entwined in what may be
Ever changing like the waves of the sea
Woven by a hand unseen

While entering new worlds yet unexplored (2nd verse)
With our hearts left broken by the road
Heard ‘em saying you were on the run
Seemed you felt it coming long before



Fading memories of fires we once shared (3rd verse)
Life still means all that it ever meant
With unknown forces being there at play
Still hoped fate would look the other way


Track Name: History
Back when I gone to school
They tried to teach me a thing or two
Couldn’t make no sense of it, didn’t fit no rules
Had way too many questions, searching out some truth

One day the teacher, he said: You
Gotta learn from history, that’s what we do
That’s how we taught your father and the ones before
All that weight on my shoulder, couldn’t take no more

History – who is he?
Checked out his story, but it wasn’t for me
Learned about war and plunder and a lotta greed
Did we learn our lessons? You tell me

Travel has – taught me well
Lived in paradise - been to hell
Soaked in our world’s diversity - broke my shell
Tried to live my story – mine to tell
Track Name: The Busker
A young busker who lives with his dog
In a one-room attic, a rundown loft
In the old city of Ljubljana
Out the window over the lane, he can see into another life

A girl lives there, he doesn’t know her name
She never sees him - he knows to look away
Dressed like so many other girls around
Her hair pulled back and her heels so high

It’s an unusually warm early spring night,
The first after hungry months of snow and ice
Looking forward to playing for the people again
And receiving their smiles and grateful coins

The busker and his dog, they make their way down
To a wide stone bridge over the river
The first of the tourists have not yet arrived
But the people of the city are happy to be together outside

A new moon rising shines it’s light
On the young man’s hat, now full of coins
Just as he finished his last song for the night
The girl through his window’s approaching

Struggling with her heels across the cobblestones
Just about to step on to the bridge
She catches and breaks one of her heels
Falling to the ground, yelling out a cry of frustration…… and pain

With rivers of tears running dark down her face
She rips off her heels and hurls them into the river
She pulls out the ties from her hair
And sits on the ground weeping, with her head in her hands

The dog walks over and gently licks her hand,
Brings the start of a smile to her eyes
The busker plays the one song he wrote through the winter
The one that kept his hands warm

The dog knows this song and stretches out
The girl is captivated, she doesn’t move
Till the last note of his voice has faded away
They walk home together, she’s barefoot
And the dog ambles along between their step, with a smile………….

The busker….and the broken heel (chorus)
And the mongrel dog
That sets them both free
Track Name: My Further Shore
Well I’m off to Spain now to see the dawn
A hundred years is all I’m given
Begging you won’t you tell me please
Yeah is, life simply for living

Blinded by a thought my love (chorus)
If I ask for nothing more
Then a piece of the world in which you live
You could be my further shore

Yeah a minor role in your heart and soul
I loved you every day
Seven steps, yeah now, eight long falls
With my cold moon gone away


Well but none too soon you know I guess I’m done
With this old world tonight
Like a tattered dog, yeah know, oh my lord
I’ll be turning in my bed till light

Track Name: Captain of my Soul
Out of the night that covers me
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be,
For my unconquerable soul

It matters not how straight the gate, (chorus)
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
Captain of my soul…….

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed


Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid