TRANCE/missions

Music is medicine and so are stories. Below, world’s woven by both.

Footage, lyrics & music are all raw recordings with my phone.

  • i can't remember what, day it is
    there's a little vibration
    next to my heart.

    it is a heart-ache
    maybe a case of love.
    a heart attack of some sort...today.

    cycling through
    cycling through

    each and every day
    someone, is born.
    and each, and everyday
    someone leaves...too soon.

    my soul is screaming out loud
    what should i do?
    is your screaming too?
    what should we do?

    feel, whatever it is you need to feel.
    feel, whatever you need to feel.

    feel the smile of the sun again,
    on your face.
    enjoy the heat of a tear drop
    as it trickles down your face.

    heart ache love ache,
    it's the same.
    catch the waves
    and come back home
    just come back home

    there's a little vibration
    next to my heart.
    not next to my heart,
    but coming from my heart

    cycle through the feels,
    and come back home.
    cycle through...
    and come back home.

    feel whatever you need
    and come back home.
    catch the waves
    and come back home

    aaaaaaaaah
    just come back home
    come back home

    - sarah paz hyde

  • “THERE’S A LITTLE VIBRATION, COMING FROM MY HEART”

    In 2016, in the early hours just beyond my birthday, I lost a good friend. The kind of friend who felt more like a sister. The kind of friend I figured would be around into our twilight years. The kind of friend who shook me up because she was radically honest with herself, as I was learning how to be with myself. Even though I was in my late 30s, her transition was the first time I truly mourned someone I had lost. In that moment, I experienced what it meant to be a light for others who had lost theirs.

    In the next few years I witnessed two friends, mothers of teens, lose their first borns to cancer. And collectively, since 2020, we’ve all experienced deeper connections with grief.

    Needless to say, grief is real, and we all need gentle reminders to “Come Back Home.” This TRANCE/mission was humbly inspired by these experiences, and the deep wisdom found in death-rebirth-release cycles.

“COME BACK HOME”

“PAGES OF YOUR BOOK”

  • although I cannot claim to know / all pages of your book
    from what i know and have surmised / from mine i realize

    our lives do overlap in ways / we never can predict
    to trivialize the who’s and what’s / the where’s and how’s and why’s

    resist it is for all the best / and learn to let it go
    such simple words / but do not dare / to take them for their worth

    for deep the dive is any treasure / if we do seek to find
    unknowns will pop up everywhere / to test your rhythm and rhyme

    you’re not alone / we’re here with you / with open loving arms
    go start it now / for it will take / lifetimes to figure out….

    — sarah paz hyde

  • LIFE IS A MASH-UP. TWO SNIPPETS NOW TIMED.

    #1 VISUALS | The Philippines, 2017

    There were many places we went this trip, my mother, auntie, and I. During the last stretch of our travels we toured the country like "real filipinos". . .in a 14 passenger van, maxed out in every way. Near the end of this stretch, we stopped just on the other side of the bridge over this depressed waterway. It was windy, and the tall grasses beckoned my eyes and ears; the gift of time to be mesmerized.

    #2 AUDIO | A Cappella, 05.02.18, “A Lullaby to Keep Me Honest”

    Words (songs) come to me when I’m near water. Sometimes it’s a beautiful waterfall…sometimes it’s a bathroom, after a shower. . . Water moves me, clears me, and I'm happy to share these two pieces. A sweet, soft, lullaby, spoken word type thing. Reminders if you will.