Name: Corn Moon by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut in Best of the Rest Chart
Duration: 7 min 17 s
Description: This is our track for the September moon, the Corn Moon. The lyrics and spoken words are by me and the music and the cover art is by @APi_ZZ.

Muy folk la cancion tiene una fantastica introduccion sonora la pista es muy mistica algo magica la pero esta genial me encanto mucho la instrumentacion y que en la cancion tengan un gran coro.

This one builds a bridge between ancient and modern musical expression. And the "spoken word" is captivating, as always.

Best of the Rest Chart

Laguna.exe blends warm acoustic guitars with downtempo harmonies for a tropical getaway vibe. Ideal for island daydreams, beach lounging, or stress-free focus.

✈️ Why listen? Vacation feels, studying, relaxation

Laguna.exe

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Shamans, alchemists and the natural philosophers of the classical era experience(d) that the planets are one and the same as the gods. They perceive them in the trance state like geometrically-shaped forces that send out signals or audible keys, when one concentrates directly on them at dawn on their name day.  That’s why I made a cover that was not the planet and not the goddess, but a more symbolic form of that force. 

The planets/gods have been called “the mills” by poets in the past because, when in tune with them, you experience a sort of grinding frequency going through the whole body.  I put a D drone to run through the whole track to try to capture that audible vibration, and I was inspired to write these words after meditating on Venus at dawn on her day, Friday. 
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Delight of human kind and Gods above, 
The Star of the Morning, the Queen of Love.
Whose power air, earth, sea and fire supplies,
And breeds all life that’s born beneath the skies.
Every kind that’s alive and blessed with sight,
Springs, when it sees your iridescent light.
It’s you Venus that shades and ghouls most fear, 
And at your blissful appearance, disappear.

[Chorus]
Venus, be my aid, my tuneful song inspire, 
And kindle with your secret fire. 

For you, the wells in fragrant flowers are dressed,
At the Star of the Evening, we take our rest,
And the heavens seem more serene, in harmony, 
When the night-black soil sparkles with copper,
And nightingales extol your cornucopia, 
Peace candles are lit, proportion’s restored, 
And the broken-hearted sense your breath
Soothing them to sleep and healing dreams.


Sadly the brutal business of the war 
Seems unavoidable when the skies host Mars, 
But a man may retire from fighting fields to prove 
The pleasing tremors of your eternal Love,
There, while your curling limbs about him move, 
Involved and entwined in the links of love, 
With heart-strung eloquence our prayers implore,
Bring lasting peace to this world once more. 

[Chorus]
Venus, be my aid, my tuneful song inspire, 
And kindle with your secret fire.

© Copyright Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, August 2025

Venus

Where has my city gone?
Where is my trip in the sun?
Wait, should I have begun?
Got to leave where you're from?

Where is my fantasy?
Where is my hope for much more?
Take your false sliding doors.
I'll hold out for some more.

Out of the valley, alone, into hinterland frozen.
Oh, my arms are wide open.
My horizon is golden.
Off with my head.
As the sun passes over the trees.
I'll ride on the in breeze.
Keep my horizon free.

Where are my city streets?
Where is my blanket for cold?
One day I will be old.
And, I doubt that I'll know.

What can I say?
I'm just drifting around in the sea.
No ideas to seed.
In the absence of need.

Out of the valley, away, into hinterland broken.
All my alms for the poor.
My horizon is sure.
Off with my head.
Down the river; 
Flows on with the leas.
I'll ride on in the breeze.
Keep my horizon free.

Where is my chandelier?
Who'll meet my consumer needs?
An all consuming greed.
All replete with the weeds.

Where is my parquet floor?
What's a designer for?
Me?
Whilst a-wandering free.
I won't move from this tree.

Out of the valley below into hinterlands frozen.
Oh, my eyes are wide open.
My horizon is golden.
Out of my head, as the sun passes over the trees.
Riding on the in breeze.
My horizon is free.

Hinterland

Slow to mid tempo track, written, arranged & produced by John Hardman, performed live by Beats Working who are: John Hardman -lead vocals & lead guitar, Chris Glover - drums & percussion, Lynn John Sheppard - Bass & backing vocals, Dave Rea - rhythm guitar and backing vocals.
A Swamp Music production
(c)(p) Swamp Music (UK) & Swamp Records (UK) for all territories.
Original studio recording on Putting It About album with artwork by Tristan Greatrex.


Putting It About

Achin' Heart live

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Obscured Within

Closing out the Lifted EP, Skybound is the anthem of ascension — the sound of breaking limits and rising above the noise. The beat moves with a wide, cinematic energy, carrying both weight and release, while the lyrics seal the project’s message: elevation, ambition, and vision beyond the horizon.

Where the EP began with pure hustle and fire, Skybound ends with perspective — a bird’s-eye view of the grind and the growth it creates. It’s not just an outro; it’s the final word that makes you want to run the whole project back.

SKYBOUND

Stas Mix - Game over. Surface

Started this track with a vox sample I chopped. To which I built the rest of the track around. I hope you enjoy as much as I made making it... 🤩💯👊🏾🫵🏾

Take it all away

This is our track for the September moon, the Corn Moon. The lyrics and spoken words are by me and the music and the cover art is by @APi_ZZ.

Corn Moon

In the early morning hours, long before the sun will rise,
I’m thinking ‘bout that sun and how it sparkles in her eyes.
When it finally breaks the darkness, like a dog hangs on a bone,
I am thinking ‘bout that evening sun, and how it leads me home.
And unless I know you’re waiting at that door, that sun’ll shine no more.

As the midday sun is beating down, my mind is set on you,
And thinking how it filters down and does what sun rays do.
And these memories are enough to keep me going till the clock
When I finally hear that whistle blow and know it’s time to stop.
I can hear the whistle blowing in my mind – it’s finally time.

Time has not been my best friend.
Time is just like money, when you’ve got no time to spend.
Tried to break it, wouldn’t bend.
I’d save all my time for you if I knew just where it went.

Out here on the freeway, the sun is at my back.
You’re standing at the open door and I’ll be keeping track.
Tomorrow is another day, just like the one before.
But until it’s here I know that we’re gonna love some more.
I can hear the music playin’ sweet and low – here we go.

Time has not been my best friend.
Time is just like money, when you’ve got no time to spend.
Tried to break it, wouldn’t bend.
I’d save all my time for you if I knew just where it went.

Time

I wrote these words after meditating on Jupiter at dawn, in which he showed me how J.M. Barrie's play about the fairy Tinkerbell sewing back on Peter Pan's shadow was actually a metaphor for a deeper teaching. 

Some of you may recognise the middle section. I hold my hands up...yes, it comes from Holst's Jupiter. But my excuse is that I've never heard a piece of music that so accurately reflects my own experience of the warm generosity and exuberance of this planetary logos.😇

Jupiter

Wild Flower

Trying different things again:) enjoy this upload! Love listening to Jack Johnson, sublime, G Love and special, pepper, and other similar bands like the beautiful girls. Lyrics below, enjoy:))
```Lyrics```

I woke up this morning,
with a big smile on my face
took a look at my phone
and i read what it say

((“i never wanna talk with you so please dont bother me,
i hate it when you call 
you know think you have it all, but i hate your stupid face”))

dont bother me
dont bother me

i laughed a little louder just to fill up in the space,
 my coffees on the burner, 
the sun is burnin’ on my face yeah that message hit hard, 
but I ain’t gonna chase 
if you want a reaction, 
sorry — not today

(Dont bother me!)
 I’m vibin’ on my own now
You threw your shade — but I’m glowin’ in the whole town
Delete that drama, no room in my soul now
You playin’ games, but I’m out — imma chalk it
 I’m vibin’ on my own now
You threw your shade — but I’m glowin’ in the whole town
Delete that drama, no room in my soul now
You playin’ games, but I’m out — imma chalk it

((“i never wanna talk with you so please dont bother me,
i hate it when you call 
you know think you have it all, but i hate your stupid face”)) "

Smile(Dont Bother Me) - DEMO

Another new production from my Dream Ambient Cinematic corner. Enjoy!

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OeEeuzhNi_M
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/album/0YPRf3CYBmnm71L2sxCDi3?si=q70epAKfS9a1ICtDwSe02g

Beach dreamer

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God and Jesus

StoneHenge

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'...😎

All my socials: https://hyperfollow.com/anniedieuleveut

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Corn Moon

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