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Disassociate

I start the day mid-thought
something between a drumbeat and an accident
The room blinks awake
and the tools gossip about yesterday's miracles
One hums
One sulks
One lies
They're all wrong
and that's perfect

I stretch,
the floor creaks like it wants to join in
so I let it
That's the thing about work
it only looks like effort
from the outside
From within, it's gravity
sweet and unfair
I chase a stubborn shape 
around the table
it refuses sense
so I call it progress

Every failure has a pulse
if you listen right
I tap it, feed it
name it Tuesday

Laughter spills from nowhere
probably mine
and the walls pretend not to notice
They've seen me argue with shadows before

I tell them:
you wouldn't understand
this part's critical!

The air thickens
a rhythm forms without permission
I lose count of time
gain count of motion

Sweat, sawdust, syntax
whatever this is
it's singing

And when I stop
nothing stops
The room keeps going
the tools finish the joke
the silence applauds

I bow, wipe my hands
whisper to no one:
That was fun
can't wait to do it again!

Can't Wait

"Ballroom of Deceit" is my cry of outrage — a lament for truth, history, and decency buried under the rubble of corruption.
Trump said it “wouldn’t touch” the East Wing. He lied AGAIN. Now the White House — the People’s House — bleeds dust and memories while the wrecking claws tear through centuries of American heritage. All so one man could build himself a monument of ego: a golden ballroom for his own reflection. 

This isn’t just about architecture. It’s about arrogance.

About the hungry going unfed, the sick untreated, the poor ignored — while taxpayers’ money is burned for self-glorification. It’s about erasing history to build a lie. 

“Ballroom of Deceit” isn’t just a song — it’s a requiem for the truth. For every promise shattered, every voice silenced, every soul disgusted by what’s being done in our name. May the music remember what greed is trying to destroy. 

💥 Let the walls shake. Let the truth rise.


LYRICS:
[Verse 1]
He swore the walls would stand untouched,
Just shadows near the light,
But cranes are clawing history,
Through the hollow of the night.
Marble ghosts are crying out,
From the dust beneath our feet,
Truth lies buried with the stones,
And justice knows defeat. 

[Pre-Chorus 1]
He said it wouldn’t touch the heart,
But the cracks run deep inside—
In gilded halls of vanity,
The truth itself has died. 

[Chorus 1]
Welcome to the ballroom of deceit,
Built on the bones of a promise betrayed.
The echoes of truth, drowned in the beat,
Of lies that the faithful parade.
History fades under glitter and glass,
And we pay for the sins of the past.
Welcome to the ballroom of deceit,
Where the ghosts of the people still weep. 

[Verse 2]
They said it wouldn’t cost a dime,
Yet taxpayers bleed once more,
While hunger grows in city streets,
And children beg at broken doors.
The sick still wait for healing hands,
As mansions rise for kings,
And classrooms crumble into dust,
While greed builds golden wings. 

[Pre-Chorus 2]
He said it wouldn’t take from us,
But we’re the ones who pay—
Each dollar burned in arrogance,
Could’ve saved a soul today. 

[Chorus 2]
Welcome to the ballroom of deceit,
Where opulence buries the pain.
The hungry cry beneath his feet,
While he dances in disdain.
History bleeds from a painted smile,
And truth is sold by the mile.
Welcome to the ballroom of deceit,
Where the people’s dreams retreat. 

[Verse 3]
They raze the walls of memory,
To carve his name in stone,
A monument to vanity,
A kingdom of his own.
The echoes of the East Wing fall,
Like prayers that go unheard,
Each shattered pane a testament,
To every broken word. 

[Bridge]
If greed had a heartbeat, it would sound like this—
Pounding over reason, drowning innocence.
Every brick a bullet, every dollar a sin,
When power feasts, the people grow thin.
Can’t you hear the ghosts still calling?
“Give back what was never yours.” 

[Chorus 3] 
Welcome to the ballroom of deceit,
Where the chandeliers drip shame.
You can gild the rot beneath your feet,
But it still reeks just the same.
History weeps in a minor key,
While the nation pays the fee.
Welcome to the ballroom of deceit,
Built on arrogance, lies, and greed. 

[Outro]
So dance, oh king of ruin, dance—
Your mirror lies to you tonight.
When the dust of your empire settles,
Only truth will stand in light.
And the ballroom falls—
To quiet.

Ballroom of Deceit

“All for Me” is a heart-centered hip-hop track that celebrates self-love as the root of universal love, an uplifting reminder that when we pour into ourselves, we overflow with light for the world.

All For Me

Miracle

First in a suite of tracks inspired by a walk along a wooded river bank in the summer. Some audio recordings taken on my phone add to the calming, relaxing atmosphere. Enjoy.

River of Air

Song composed & created by The Boilerman
Eric created & plays: all harmonic clean & distorted lead & rythm guitar
Eric created & mix's: all drum, bass, ambient, atmo & pads
P.L.O created: all vocals
Production by E.H.T Studios
Thank you for listening!

Desires

Seance

This song is about the way families can break and still somehow stay together. It’s about the cracks we carry — the fights, the distance, the losses — and how even when the picture feels shattered, the love inside it is still there.

I wanted to capture that feeling of sitting around a table with people you’ve hurt and people who’ve hurt you, trying to pretend everything’s okay, trying to mend what’s been fractured. It’s about remembering the ones we’ve lost, missing the ones who drifted, and hoping that maybe this time, we can fix what’s broken.

This song is my way of saying that even cracked frames still hold the picture — and sometimes, that’s enough to start healing.


LYRICS:

[Verse 1]
Momma’s china all in pieces
Like our faces at the table
Brother pissed yeah he don’t need us
Thanksgiving is unstable

[Prechorus]
But we’re here again
Tryin to pretend

[Chorus]
Cracked frames still hold the picture
Cracked frames but we’re still in it
Cracked frames cracked frames
Oh honey we can fix it

[Verse 2]
Daddy’s laugh it fills the kitchen
Though he’s gone it echoes sweetly
Sister cries yeah she’s been missin’
All the love we gave completely

[Prechorus]
And we’re here again
Tryin to make amends

[Chorus]
Cracked frames still hold the picture
Cracked frames but we’re still in it
Cracked frames cracked frames
Oh honey we can fix it

Cracked Frames

Symphonic Dances - 3. Trace to Step  | for Wind Symphony Orchestra (Work in Progress)

It's my understanding that the author Frank Herbert characterised his Bene Gesserit order of priestesses for his science fiction book Dune on a known Tibetan sisterhood who gained immortality from certain Taoist practises, including sacred Tantric sex.  Certainly, he took many ideas from their texts, such as the prana bindu practises and the Sabda. 

This Sisterhood's teachings are only remembered today in the secret order of the White Tigresses in Taiwan. Gesserit is an anagram of Tigeress. Herbert's characterisation of them as sadistic sorceresses was, imho, just a product of typical Jungian fears  some men have about female power. 

Lyrics and music by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut 
© Copyright Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, December 2025, all rights reserved.

Bene Gesserit

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

All the lyrics of my songs are written by me. I put them to music with A.I. and then I spin up the whole lot in the Magimix with samples and loops. I can't sing for toffee, so if you fall in love with a singer on one my tracks, it's likely to be a robot!  Just sayin'...😎

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Bene Gesserit

Annie Dieu-Le-Veut

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