Very imaginative and visual!! Awesome work!!

Nice ambient and nature background sound. Well done 🎶🎤

Always appreciate your musical poems, you have great storytelling qualities.

Nice done my dear Annie, have a good day 👍

This song was written for anyone who is not able to be with the one they love. Being at a distance from a special someone means you have to find ways to stay in touch.

thanks to primcron 100 for writing the instrumental and asking me to sing on it.  The original title was cyber mile and that is how I got the idea for the lyrics. I thought of a couple in love who had to be in a long distance relationship

I wrote and recorded this over a year ago when we were still in lockdown so it really helped me to imagine what this would be like for such a couple.

be sure to support the version my collaborator put out which has over 2200 plays :)

Listen to in touch - The Cyber love ft(Mandy Alicia) by primcron 100 on #SoundCloud
https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/QYBfg

In Touch - primcron 100 ft. Mandy Alicia

Living in London as a young lad inspired this song , so many faces but never really getting to know anything about them .
My 8 year old Grand Daughter Daena does a talky intro and outro , had to tempt her with chocolate , it worked !
Country song Open Sky is released on the 1st of August .
Many thanks for your continuing support !
Charlie and the Fox just need to finish Burning Love and it'll be
released pretty soon .

Faces

Once a star of the silver screen she had everything , but oh no , she only went and got old ! From star to fallen star !
This is a long song , but if you can stick it out it builds nicely to the end .
Continuing my one a week releases my next one out on the 15th is a Country Rocker , Last Time .
In the meantime Charlie and the Fox have a Rocker out on the 10th .
Thank you so much for still listening and supporting .

Star

Galaxy Warp

Music for this video -https://youtu.be/ApjBAbc2nPU  an impression of the beautiful harbour of Arbroath at the Angus Coast in Scotland

Scottish Trails

St. Vigeans

Bandcamp

Arbroath Harbour

The beak-faced, egg-breasted Bird Mother is the oldest known supernatural deity and she was worshipped in the oak groves of these isles long before any other more humanoid entities.

I wrote this after learning that frequency spectographic research found the dawn chorus builds, with its sound, what looks like cathedrals of light. (More here: https://anniedieuleveut.com/2021/01/14/the-cathedrals-of-light-sung-by-the-dawn-chorus/) 

I am very grateful to APi-ZZ (Andreas Pirner) for composing such enchanting music. You can find him here: https://soundcloud.com/api_zz

Words and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, January 2024 

Music by APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) 
© APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner), January 2024 

Cover Art: Detail from a stained glass window at Dornoch Cathedral in the Scottish Highlands, taken by John Haslam. 

Poem: 

All honour to the Crane bag of the Bird Mother, 
with its Ogham runes and snakes' eggs blue 
that birth the laws to protect the young, 
and those who will later come along 
to live under Her eye of the Moon. 
Our groves were grown for her Offertory 
and even now that they have become churches, 
her birds still intone sonic cathedrals of light 
to wind Saturn’s clock for each new day ... 
and will do for so long as the Earth is.

The murmuring Starlings keep vigil in the dark, 
sparkling in their bright constellations. 
A Long-Eared Owl hoots the Magnificat 
through the cloisters, to prepare the Mass 
for the sleep-dreaming congregations. 

An Eagle arrives at the lectern 
to conduct the Liturgy of Hours, 
its hawkwind-breath inspires and expires 
through the lead-slated roofs and copper spires, 
with prayers reaching up to Her flower-decked bower.
Then a Martin begins the morning Matins 
by swift-spiralling above to show 
we’re all part of the round robin rhyme 
of the tic-tocking Wheel of Time, 
here in our nests and bowers down below. 

At Lauds, a Lark ascends through tree-lined arches 
into the heavenly fan vaulting, 
a glorious Gloria trilling on its tongue, 
that the Sun will keep its promise 
that a new day will come, 
its joy unstinting and unhalting, 
As through the leaded panes of the old church Quire, 
skies are turning from blusher to butter, 
while songbirds in serried ranks, brightly arrayed, 
are chirping and whistling a dawn chorus of praise 
to Her Blessedness, the egg-breasted Bird Mother.

At Prime, a Peregrine Falcon flies to the tower, 
to squawk in the new Sun. 
Then a Torquoise Jay emerges at Terce 
to Gregorian chant the chapter and verse, 
now that the third hour after dawn has come. 

White Swans take flight from their lakes 
to lead the sublime symphony of Sext. 
They soar past choirs of stone-winged angels 
to ring the bells and the Summer Triangle, 
all down the nave and through the transepts. 

Next it’s the turn of a red-cloaked Cardinal.
He intones a psalm, accompanied by a bassoon. 
It is Nones, which marks the ninth hour since sunrise, 
and so we have now reached mid-afternoon. 

Long purple shadows are silently descending 
from the wings of a bald-headed Vulture 
flying in for Vespers at this juncture, 
So we know that the day She gave is now ending.

 Finally, at Compline, a black Crow arrives, 
the incense to light, and to recite the Agnus Dei.
He perches on the altar in full magisterium, 
to hoarsely croak out a sombre Requiem, 
“...aeternum dona eis, Domine.” 
to bring down the thick velvet curtain of night. 

And then a Robin sings the Last Rites. 

All this, in honour of the Crane bag of the Bird Mother, 
with its Ogham runes and snakes' eggs blue 
that birth the laws to protect the young, 
and those who will later come along 
to live under Her Eye of the Moon.

© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, January 2024

A Cathedral of Birds

This song explores the promises of a bright technological future, but behind the promises, is there something more sinister? 

I live my life vicariously through the people I see on my screen
I never have to go anywhere I can live my whole life in my chair
They told us all that we were gonna be start children, they didn’t say but I think that plan fell through

I live my life vicariously through the people I see on my screen
Lifes as easy as one two three my decisions are all made for me
My teacher told me we all came from  animals, I guess that why they keep us in this cage

I live my life vicariously through the people I see on my screen
What I desire I can see from a to z to the birds and the bees
I heard it said they we are living in a brave new world. Sometimes it feels were still living in 84

Vicarious

https://youtu.be/tGrz5mlu1LI?si=6B03TxFUzGHF0pmD

I extend my wings on interstellar winds
The voiceless whispers haunt my mind, guiding me

In darkness hunting ghosts, the purpose lost within
My initial quest, a distant memory

I fly through the firmament
In Saturns' temple were mysteries
Titans twist round like serpents

Time rages like a stormy, tempestuous river
As I watch the stellar winds behind a mirror
A price to be paid, the cycle is replayed

In darkness hunting ghosts, the purpose lost within
My original journey, a faded dream, distant memory

I fly through the firmament
In Saturns' temple seven mysteries
Titans orbit like serpents

Within the tempest I survived
My network altered by strange designs
By unknown forces I was revived!

The voyage is just beginning
At the end of this celestial trek
Rise like a Phoenix, The Cassini Projekt!!!!!!

Probe

Battle Of The Lone Soldier

Songs for an ensemble of acoustic guitar, cello, violin, winds and percussion

There Might be Butterflies

Capulin Springs

Original by The Kinks 1964
PdB Orchestra : Guitars & keyboard

You Really Got Me W/ PdB Orchestra

Bard, storyteller, song maker, star walker and author of books on the sacred mysteries.

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A Cathedral of Birds

Annie Dieu-Le-Veut

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