Ashley performs Yes, with her all star band in Dakar, Senegal. Mix by Konate Studio. Filmed by Ipro & Gilbert Monteiro Dacruz. From the album, Yes. Musicians IBOU MBAYE - keyboards THIERNO SARR - bass AMADY SIDIBE - guitar YATMA THIAM - tama ABDOULAYE LO - drums BABACAR SECK - sabar JEAN MERMOZ - piano / soloist ASHLEY MAHER - vocals www.ashleymaher.com YES - (lyrics) Just when someone else would stop … Just when someone else would say, “No! No! No!’ Just when someone else would close the door, You open and go. Someone told me that Yoko Ono Had a big exhibit in New York. I imagine them waiting in line for hours. They said it was complicated. You had to climb climb climb climb Climb climb climb, But at the top, After all the effort what was waiting, But a word: Yes Yes Every time I’m on the threshold Of a Big Tomorrow, something new, I imagine I see it in all its glory … When the world throws a cloud around me, I have to climb climb climb, ‘Cause at the heart, At the center is a voice That’s calling out a word: Yes Yes Sometimes, so hard to keep the faith. Let me stay open. Watch how my mind Can fight my life for hours. She’s like a kite, cut loose in a hurricane. Crazy how I give her all the power, When it’s a game game game. Open the door and let Life in. No better moment to begin. Listen to Yoko Yoko Ono, Yoko Ono knew best. Yes Loolu dëgg la (That’s true) Listen to Yoko Yoko Ono, Yoko Ono knew best. Yes Bëkëtë bëkëtë Listen to Yoko Yoko Ono, Yoko Ono knew best. Waaw (Yes) Bëkëtë bëkëtë Bëkëtë bëkëtë Aye Waye !!

Ashley performs Yes, with her all star band in Dakar, Senegal. Mix by Konate Studio. Filmed by Ipro & Gilbert Monteiro Dacruz. From the album, Made in Senegal. Musicians IBOU MBAYE - keyboards THIERNO SARR - bass AMADY SIDIBE - guitar YATMA THIAM - tama ABDOULAYE LO - drums BABACAR SECK - sabar JEAN MERMOZ - piano / soloist ASHLEY MAHER - vocals www.ashleymaher.com WHY THIS NOW? (Lyrics) Curled up on the floor, crying Gasping for air, Like the light inside is dying, oh Dying My hand’s on your back, listening. I watch the waves break, As your tears are testifying Crying And I remember All the times that I was just like you, Curled up, on another floor, So confused by Life’s unfolding, Unaware of what could be The reason for why this now? Why this now? Why this now? Why this now? So sure, we can be, Climbing So so clear, It’s no mystery we’d rather be flying, Not crying. But I remember All the times that I was just like you, Curled up, on another floor, So confused by Life’s unfolding, Unaware of what could be The reason for why this now? Why this now? Why this now? Why this now? Sometimes the things we want We can’t have. Its a wall in front of us It’s a wall in front of us Our map and compass Chart our course, so clearly, But the universe says, “No.” The winds are blowing you this way, This way, this way, this way. “Why this, now?,” we ask, with no reply We rage, we curl up, we cry But all unfolds … But all unfolds with time. Sometimes “No” is a “Yes” to something else An open window, Dressed as a closed door, so … Take breath and hear the voice that says, “Get up, get off the floor … To see why this now? What a gift it is to have this now, Why this now. Why this now? Why this now? What a gift it is to have this right now. Now.”

Ashley performs Singing Trees with her all star band in Dakar, Senegal. Mix by Konate Studio. Filmed by Ipro & Gilbert Monteiro Dacruz. From the album, Made in Senegal. Musicians IBOU MBAYE - keyboards THIERNO SARR - bass AMADY SIDIBE - guitar YATMA THIAM - tama ABDOULAYE LO - drums BABACAR SECK - sabar JEAN MERMOZ - piano / soloist ASHLEY MAHER - vocals www.ashleymaher.com LYRICS: Scrolling out that golden thread That string you leave behind you Winding through the trees To where you can put down your pain. Our burdens are the same and yet, Some struggle more with what we carry How can we leave signposts, So you’ll come back home again? Circles of humanity Press in, around each person. No one stands alone, No matter how alone we feel. Do not let your curtains close And throw you into darkness? How can we leave signposts, So you’ll come back home again? Growth and decay, The turning wheel will have her way But can you hear the singing trees? Can you? Can you hear the singing trees? The whistling wind, the rustling leaves, The songbirds calling you by name. Can you hear the singing trees? Can you hear the singing trees, And decide to stay? Darkness is a shadow In the absence of our shining Sometimes, it’s a place Where life is nurtured, out of sight But we’re never separate, No, we’re never unconnected Even when we make-believe We’re not guardians of the Light. Growth and decay, The turning wheel will have her way But can you hear the singing trees? Can you? Can you hear the singing trees? The whistling wind, the rustling leaves, The songbirds calling you by name. Can you hear the singing trees? Can you hear the singing trees, And decide to stay? Earth medicine Birth medicine Pull back the curtains Let in the Love Listen to the singing trees. Aye Wayye Hold on, Until you hear how the trees are singing Hold on, Until you hear how the trees are singing Sweeter than honey Sweeter than kisses Sweeter than …. Leumbleal Leumbleal Ooooh, Ashley Leumbleal (Tassou in Wolof by Babacar Seck and Yatma Thiam)

Ashley performs Sweet Mystery, with her all star band in Dakar, Senegal. Mix by Konate Studio. Filmed by Ipro & Gilbert Monteiro Dacruz. From the album, Made in Senegal. Musicians IBOU MBAYE - keyboards THIERNO SARR - bass AMADY SIDIBE - guitar YATMA THIAM - tama ABDOULAYE LO - drums BABACAR SECK - sabar JEAN MERMOZ - piano / soloist ASHLEY MAHER - vocals www.ashleymaher.com LYRICS SWEET MYSTERY (Lyrics) It’s October And the world begins to cool. Sundiata’s in New York And Koyan is starting school At Kalamazoo How to stay connected, While getting off this train? I’m ready to leave the restaurants, Get out into the world again. But how to do it? Where to start? I am open to the Art Of the spontaneous Of the miraculous Where the Music plays its part. Empty Nester Is the name they name me now. My heart and mind are young But my body is older, somehow How to share the harvest Life’s given through the years? A pocket-full of stories Of how darkness can disappear But how to do it? Where to start? I am open to the Art Of the spontaneous Of the miraculous Where the Music plays its part. What do you believe in? Do you believe in what can be? Love can move a mountain. Such a sweet mystery Soon I travel to the center of the world Recording in Dakar Is the biggest dream For this red headed girl Precious moments Stepping out of my routine Oh, we’re going to make The shiniest music you’ve ever seen But how to do it? Where to start? I am open to the Art Of the spontaneous Of the miraculous Where the Music plays its part. What do you believe in? Do you believe in what can be? Love can move a mountain. Such a sweet mystery Mystery, Such a sweet sweet sweet Sweet mystery, mystery

A sample of Ashley's live shows, with full band or acoustic.

Du CD AMINA, filmé par Jean Diouf, edité par Mel Metcalfe III, avec Ndigueul MC et Goorgoorlu Find Ashley Maher's music on ITunes at: http://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/ashley-maher/id79166023

The title track for Ashley Maher's album, AMINA. Featuring DIAMY GUEYE. Filmed by JEAN DIOUF. Written with JEAN-PHILIPPE RYKIEL. Producer: ANDRE MANGA. Recorded in Paris, L.A., and Dakar, Senegal. Additl'l filming: VANESSA NEVA https://www.ashleymaher.com/ https://open.spotify.com/artist/5EVJsywMUFhjHhZEr8NvsZ https://www.facebook.com/AshleyMaherGlobalDiva https://www.facebook.com/AshleyMaherFanPage/

From Ashley's album - Yes. "Every day there's something sweet along the way." Produced by Etu Dieng. Written by Etu Dieng & Ashley Maher.

Ashely Maher is an amazing and accomplished Artist In Action. She focuses primarily on the Senegalese dance form, Sabar. Her music combines African rhythms with world, folk, and jazz. Ashley's five CDs feature her extraordinary voice, top international musicians, and rhythmic, intricate song-stories. For more more information on Ashley please visit www.ashleymaher.com