Stranger: Live at Littlefield Concert Hall

by Annie Cilley

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Annie Cilley performs two original compositions at Littlefield Concert Hall as part of X-sound festival at Mills College accompanied by Yesenia Checa on vibraphone and Travis W. Hendrix on double bass.


released June 23, 2017



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Track Name: Stranger
Who am I?
I have found myself
A stranger in a strange place.
How can I
Ever find myself 

Am I this ever-changing body? 
A ship, weathered by the sea,
In need of constant reparation                                      
Holding on to what it is that makes me “me”.  
How long until I am completely new? 
Or has it already happened to me?
When did I become this body?


Am I a series of impressions?
Each moment, a picture in a frame
Each body, a flickering projection
Each soul only a face, only a name

If this shape is just an empty room,
This sense of self just an illusion,
Then what is this that makes me wonder?


Am I another incarnation?
Composed of all all that’s come before,
Singing another variation,
On a tune that’s as old as we are.

I am not permanent. 
I am in constant evolution.

Track Name: Upon the Paths of Men
Excerpt from Charles Sumner
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow:

Death takes us by surprise,
And stays our hurrying feet;
The great design unfinished lies,
Our lives are incomplete

But in the dark unknown,
Perfect their circles seem,
Even as a bridge's arch of stone
Is rounded in the stream.

Were a star quenched on high,
For ages would its light,
Still traveling downward from the sky,
Shine on our mortal sight.

Alike are life and death,
When life in death survives,
And the uninterrupted breath
Inspires a thousand lives.

So when a great man dies,
For years beyond our ken,
The light he leaves behind him lies
Upon the paths of men.