Ashley recorded her version of Sting's "Englishman in New York" with Senegal's finest mbalax musicians at Papis Konate's busy Dakar studio. “American in Dakar” is an adaptation / translation of “Englishman In New York” written by G. Sumner. Published by Songs Of Universal (BMI). Used by permission. All rights reserved. 🎥 FILM: Gilbert Prod www.ashleymaher.com linktr.ee/ashleymaher DANCERS: Fatou Ware Mboup, Fatou Sarr, Astou Niane, Nogaye Ndiaye, Bayela Sy MUSIC Papis Konate - producer, engineer, mix at Konate Studio, Dakar, Senegal Jean Mermose (Jj Mozart) - producer 2 Jimmy Branly - mastering Jean Mermose (Jj Mozart) - keys Papis Konate - keys Amady Sidibé - guitar Thierno Sarr - bass Abdoulaye Lo - drums Babacar Seck - sabar Samba Ndokh Mbaye - tama Ashley Maher - vocals AMERICAN IN DAKAR - (lyrics en anglais & français) Cafe Touba, as the sun goes down Music calling from the streets Take a taxi through the night to see the stars I’m an American in Dakar See me walking here in Sacre Coeur Strolling to the studio I’ll arrive there first, by far I’m an American in Dakar Oh, I’m American, ñu may woowe tuubab I’m an American in Dakar Oh, I’m American, ñu may woowe tuubab I’m an American in Dakar Sit in circles round a thieboudienn Rubbing shoulders side by side Feeling so at home when home’s so far away Be at home, no matter where you are Oh, I’m American, ñu may woowe tuubab I’m an American in Dakar Oh, I’m American, ñu may woowe tuubab I’m an American in Dakar dropping all anxiety, competitive society to dance between the water and the moon mbalax in the basement, sabar tama bass, drum and all we know the sun will come up soon She has something that I can’t explain To those, who I know have never been Oh Sweet Senegal, you are my queen alone Shining in your yellow, red and green Clap in circles for a bara mbaye Women sparkling like stars Many colors flying brightly in the night Be at home, no matter where you are Be at home, no matter where you are Senegal, you are my shining star Senegal, you are my shining star Senegal, you are my shining star Senegal, you are my shining star Senegal, you are my shining star Senegal, you are my shining star Américaine à Dakar Café Touba, au coucher du soleil La musique qui résonne dans les rues Prendre un taxi la nuit pour admirer les étoiles Je suis Américaine à Dakar Voyez-moi marcher ici, au Sacré-Cœur Flâner jusqu'au studio J'arriverai la premier, de loin Je suis Américaine à Dakar Oh, je suis Américaine, ñu may woowe tuubab Je suis Américaine à Dakar Oh, je suis Américaine, ñu may woowe tuubab Je suis Américaine à Dakar Asseyez-vous en cercle autour d'un thieboudienn Se frotter les épaules côte à côte Se sentir si bien quand la maison est si loin Être chez soi, où que l'on soit Oh, je suis Américaine, ñu may woowe tuubab Je suis Américaine à Dakar Oh, je suis Américaine, ñu may woowe tuubab Je suis Américaine à Dakar Tout laisser tomber Angoisse, société compétitive danser entre l'eau et la lune mbalax au sous-sol, sabar, tama, tambour et tout ce que l'on sait, c'est que le soleil va bientôt se lever. Elle a quelque chose que je ne peux expliquer. À ceux que je connais qui n'ont jamais été. Ô doux Sénégal, tu es ma reine, seule. Brillant de ton jaune, rouge et vert. Applaudissez en rond pour un bara mbaye. Femmes scintillantes comme des étoiles. De nombreuses couleurs volent dans la nuit. Soyez chez vous, où que vous soyez. Soyez chez vous, où que vous soyez. Sénégal, tu es mon étoile brillante. Sénégal, tu es mon étoile brillante. Sénégal, tu es mon étoile brillante. Sénégal, tu es mon étoile brillante. Sénégal, tu es mon étoile brillante. Sénégal, tu es mon étoile brillante. Sénégal, tu es mon étoile brillante.

Sometimes, the demo is too sweet to re-record !! Ashley recorded this seedling at home in Los Angeles, joined from afar by Senegalese guitarist Amady Sidibé. The song celebrates her friends, who embraced their silver hair during Covid. www.ashleymaher.com SALT AND PEPPER OK, two years, we’ve been We’ve been locked up Kept apart from everyone A virus, public enemy number one Two years, I have not seen A lot of people, no So when I see them I am impressed With all the salt and pepper Hmm shake shake Shaking the salt and pepper Phone rang at three, his voice … “Can you meet me? Catch you at Samosa House An hour till I gotta blow out of town.” Two years he has been to The bottom of the sea So when I saw him I was impressed With all his salt and pepper Hmm shake shake Shaking the salt and pepper I see your struggle Two years in a bubble Of this unwelcome surprise Yet woven through Our blues-in-common I see a relief in your eyes Learning to let go with the flow Letting go of the need to control the ride Surrendering to What we always knew Would be the ultimate prize Oh oh oh oh Sister’s in town She’s down from San Francisco Fashioning a green new world For tough tough neighborhood’s boys and girls Two years how her braids grew To tumble past her shoulders So when I see them I am impressed With all her salt and pepper Hmm shake shake (Toody braids) Shaking the salt and pepper One day I pray that I I will join you Toss the box of henna to the winds And let me look Like Rick Rubin Two years I have grown, too, But still loving the red So when I see you I am impressed With all your salt and pepper Hmm shake shake Shaking the salt and pepper (You guys look so good!) I see your struggle Two years in a bubble Of this unwelcome surprise Yet woven through Our blues-in-common I see a relief in your eyes Learning to let go with the flow Letting go of the need to control the ride Surrendering to What we always knew Would be the ultimate prize Oh I’m talking bout Peace And the way I see you embrace yourselves Shaking that salt and pepper So many baddass salt and pepper Warriors in my life My life So many baddass salt and pepper Warriors in my life My life We’ve got to be A good example for the next generation Who look to us To see that they Don’t need to be Twenty years old forever So many baddass salt and pepper Warriors in my life My life Hmmm

Ashley performs at the international Saint Louis Jazz Festival in Senegal with her all-star band. Filmed by Gilbert Monteiro Dacruz. Mix by Papis Konate. Recorded by Moussa Niang. Sound by Boubacar Tall & Masaer Ndiaye. Amady Sidibe - guitar Babacar Seck - sabar Yatma Thiam - tama Ibou Mbaye - keys Jean Mermoz - keys Baron Giphy Kangu - bass Raphaël Ojo - drums Kara Mack - special guest dancer www.linktr.ee/ashleymaher

Ashley performs at the international Saint Louis Jazz Festival in Senegal with her all-star band. Filmed by Gilbert Monteiro Dacruz. Mix by Papis Konate. Recorded by Moussa Niang. Sound by Boubacar Tall & Masaer Ndiaye. Amady Sidibe - guitar Babacar Seck - sabar Yatma Thiam - tama Ibou Mbaye - keys Jean Mermoz - keys Baron Giphy Kangu - bass Raphaël Ojo - drums Guest Dancers - Les Lions de Saint Louis (Si quelqu'un connais leur noms, il faut me contacter pour me les dire. Jerejef). www.linktr.ee/ashleymaher

Ashley's sold out London show at Green Note was a sweet reunion with fans and friends who have followed and supported her for decades. With Federico Ramos (guitar), Ndene Ndiaye (percussion) and Amadou Ndir (quiet for this song .. on bass). ashleymaher.com linktr.ee/ashleymaher

Ashley performs with Etu Dieng (bass), Amady Sidibé (guitar), and Magatte Fall (perc) at Harlem's Silvana. Ambiance with Tracy Robertson (voice / rhythm) and Kendall Woods (dance). Ambiance included. linktr.ee/ashleymaher www.ashleymaher.com

Ashley performs "Lucky" at Silvana in Harlem, New York. With Etu Dieng (bass), Amady Sidibé (guitar), & Magatte Fall (perc). Filmed by Magali Regis and other friends' cellphones. linktr.ee/ashleymaher LUCKY Sipping a small glass of sweet gunpowder tea Young man Thinking, “If I’d stayed, maybe this is where I’d be” Young man Two beautiful wives and a house on this very street Amid the beauty and the struggle of home Young man Younger ones waiting for him to tell them more Young man Of the gold and the glory they believe waits past that door Young man They’ve sensed it in the music Tasted it on MTV You’ve been so lucky So lucky, what about me? Lucky What does that mean? Lucky Lucky You go and you gain Lucky lucky lucky Then come home to see That whether you go or stay No matter how much you hope and pray You will lose as you will win Young man Wondering why his wrists aren’t glittering as they should? Young man Where is the swing he could be bringing Back to this neighborhood? Young man And why did he choose that old bazin Over Parisien blue And why do his eyes start dancing To the music of his youth? Along those coasts The sun doesn’t set slow Like a stone, It drops down all alone When their sons and daughters go They pack the dreams they hold Then they get on the plane and go They get on the plane and go Young man Mosquitos getting busy As the day has turned to dark Young man Despite the light, the city Still looks up to see the stars Young man His glass is finally empty, as the conversation flows About the beauty and the struggle of home Lucky What does that mean? Lucky Lucky You go and you gain Lucky lucky lucky Then come home to see That whether you go or stay No matter how much you hope and pray You will lose as you will win You will lose as you will win You will learn and you will win And you will lose and win again And all along you’ll sing a song The legend of your soul While those of you Who stay behind Must cultivate an open mind Great journeys can be made within For those who do not go. Lucky Lucky LuckySipping a small glass of sweet gunpowder tea Young man Thinking, “If I’d stayed, maybe this is where I’d be” Young man Two beautiful wives and a house on this very street Amid the beauty and the struggle of home Young man Younger ones waiting for him to tell them more Young man Of the gold and the glory they believe waits past that door Young man They’ve sensed it in the music Tasted it on MTV You’ve been so lucky So lucky, what about me? Lucky What does that mean? Lucky Lucky You go and you gain Lucky lucky lucky Then come home to see That whether you go or stay No matter how much you hope and pray You will lose as you will win Young man Wondering why his wrists aren’t glittering as they should? Young man Where is the swing he could be bringing Back to this neighborhood? Young man And why did he choose that old bazin Over Parisien blue And why do his eyes start dancing To the music of his youth? Along those coasts The sun doesn’t set slow Like a stone, It drops down all alone When their sons and daughters go They pack the dreams they hold Then they get on the plane and go They get on the plane and go Young man Mosquitos getting busy As the day has turned to dark Young man Despite the light, the city Still looks up to see the stars Young man His glass is finally empty, as the conversation flows About the beauty and the struggle of home Lucky What does that mean? Lucky Lucky You go and you gain Lucky lucky lucky Then come home to see That whether you go or stay No matter how much you hope and pray You will lose as you will win You will lose as you will win You will learn and you will win And you will lose and win again And all along you’ll sing a song The legend of your soul While those of you Who stay behind Must cultivate an open mind Great journeys can be made within For those who do not go. Lucky Lucky Lucky

Fatou Ware Mboup is one of Senegal's most beloved dancers !! She joined us for our Big Show at the Dialaw Festival in Toubab Dialaw, Senegal

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)