Really nice work Annie and Marcel, great story and wonderful composition!👏👏

Great composition and orchestration and your vocal Annie 👌

You are such a wonderful storyteller, stories with meaning not unlike a parable, and told with feminine feeling but with authority.  The soundtrack was the perfect vehicle to carry the story along, beautifully composed and performed.

Hermosa banda sonora, se nota la delicadeza detrás de ella.

We should fly kites like children do and let them fly across all borders without pain and without resentment.

Introducing 'Formations', the summation of the first chapter of the Cavedweller story. I feel as though each of these songs allowed me to discover something about myself as a musician. You will find plenty of experimentation here not just with world instruments and electronic sounds, but with grooves and genre as well. I invite you to explore this album like one would explore a series of caves, each with its own acoustics and characteristics, but all connected by a common passage. Out now via Raw Doggy Records!

Say hi on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/cavedwellersound/

www.rawdoggyrecords.com

Cover art by melodyforthesun (https://www.instagram.com/melodyforthesun/)

Formations

5 - Cavedweller - Dum Dum Dum

It seems to me that many people these days make more effort to separate themselves from others than to compare themselves with others. Both are triggers for unhappiness, in my opinion, but it's something more than that.

This song has very few bass parts. Most parts use an 8-string guitar. This is the result of avoiding the competition between the bass and the area of existence. I did slaps, thumbs, tapping, and all sorts of other things. It took me a long time to finish the song because there were so many parts I had to practice and I had tendonitis....hahahaha

lyrics

Only those who are allowed to exist are allowed to exist in this town.
Those that are not will be eliminated from existence.
I am forgotten by time.
I distanced myself from you.

Who would need me?
Who will look at me?
There is no one alive in this world.
Only cold nights and attacks will come.

A whale as cold as blue steel is looking at me.
He says if he's tired of me then he can be done with it.
But I am not mine.
What about my family? What about my elderly parents?
I can't finish it on my own.

My consciousness fades away.
Many diseases are eating away at my organs.
But I won't be allowed to die for another ten years.
I have to be there for my family.

Who would need me?
Who will look at me?
There is no one alive in this world.
Only cold nights and attacks will come.

Every morning we are transported on a crammed train.
Someone steps on my foot. I also push someone away.
Someone please carry me to that distant castle.
someone please help me
Soldiers who cannot fight are carried away.
Where are they going?

Those No Longer Needed

This song is part of our album, The Windmill of the Year, and it represents the Autumn Equinox. The bardic purpose of this ancient Celtic mythic tale about the rescue of Mabon was to illustrate the importance of the Animal Spirits, and their long memories, to the shaman who goes to them for guidance in the Underworld. 

This originally orally-conveyed yarn was drawn in the constellations of the polar stars, and it's entitled How Culhwch Won Olwen. It’s also the earliest Celtic myth featuring Arthur Pendragon.

Our hero Culhwch (Hercules) was born in a pig pen and raised by sows, but he eventually went on to win the hand of the beautiful princess Olwen (Ursa Minor or Little Bear), who had been kept from him by her ogre father Yspaddaden (Draco).

However, like all heroes that make their epic rite-of-passage journey around Merlin’s Round Table of the Stars, Culhwch has to pass a number of trials first, and one of them is to find and release Mabon, the Wondrous Youth, who had been imprisoned before Time had even begun.  

Yet he cannot even attempt this impossible Quest without the help of his cousin, Arthur Pendragon (Ursa Major or Great Bear) Olwen’s monstrous, one-eyed uncle Custennin, the Wild Herdsman (Bootes), Drudwyn the Hound (Cor Caroli), the Eagle (Aquila) and the Salmon (Cetus).        


Lyrics and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Copyright Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, May 2024, all rights reserved

Music and art by APi_ZZ
© Copyright APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner), May 2024, all rights reserved

You can hear more of the delightful music here of @APi_ZZ.

Mabon

How debris can turn in to beauty  Wonderful to work with @xitb on this floating ambient piece. 
Flotsam  is described as debis in the water floating, we wanted to take that debris and turn it into peace
Russell and I kindly thank all that listens we hope you enjoy the ride Cheers G & R

Flotsam Jetsum Gina & Xitb

Tin Pan Practice

The composer Marcel Gruhn sent me his epic orchestral track, Now and Always (link here: https://on.soundcloud.com/J6jq4cjfZ9aHBBrs7) and asked me if I felt inspired to put some words to it. I certainly did, and this is the result. We hope you like it as much as we do! 

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

Music by Marcel Gruhn
© Copyright Marcel Gruhn May 2024

Cover Art: Me via AI. 

Words:

He was so tired ...he’d been walking for weeks ...with a leg aching from the wound he’d taken at that last battle ...in which so many had been killed. 

He stopped by a farm gate, and then he leaned on it to light his pipe, and he remembered, once again, the sound of the vultures screaming as they came in to feed on the corpses. It was etched on his soul. 

He was no longer the arrogant young man who’d left his homeland with a cocky spring in his step. His face was now lined like a road map, showing all the places he’d been and all the horrors he’d seen. 

As he drew on his pipe, he looked up to see a lush green valley stretching out before him, and it seemed familiar. The streets and playgrounds of the village below were just like those he’d played in as a child, such a long time ago... Then he gasped as he realised ...he was nearly home! 

He wanted to run, but he could only stumble along the lane, dragging his leg behind him. Full of doubt now, fears for how he’d be received having left them all such a long time ago, and under a cloud...he wondered, would they even recognise him? 

Through eyes blurred with tears, he saw two young boys coming along the lane, with their mother close behind ...but no, surely not? Was this his daughter, now grown and matured?

 The woman smiled in recognition. 

“We’ve been waiting for you,” she cried out as she ran towards him. And it was then that he saw it...The circle of life... and in a flash, he remembered greeting his own father returning along this very lane, as he must have his father before him. 

Then he felt them both in his heart as it dawned on him that they had never been away, that his forefathers had stood guard around him as he had fought to protect his homeland ...just as these two small boys may have to one day... 

"But not yet.. he silently prayed, "please God ...not just yet..." And he clasped his family to his breast.

Hero's Return (ft. Marcel Gruhn)

A personal prayer. 

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

Music by Paul Foss
© Copyright, Paul Foss May 2024 
Email: paul@paulfossmusic.com 

Cover art: Me via AI. 

Words: 

It is the best of times; it is the worst of times.
It is an age in which great wisdom and love is unfolding in the hearts of many. 
It is an age of great folly in which fools are itching to trigger Armageddon.
It is an epoch of belief, but a belief in what?
When all the theology has been twisted to create division, 
When all the science has been hog-tied by a lack of vision
When the most vacuous weep with passion over trifling affairs
When governments are locked in endless games of musical chairs....

No. It is the best of times because it is when I found You
In the Seven Rishis, the Seven Rays,
The Seven Churches, the Seven Sages 
The Seven Chakras, the Seven Planets,
The Seven Sisters of the Pleiades 
And a star for every day of the week. 

It's the time when you showed me the coding of Your purpose,
And so now as I sit here in Your three-ringed circus, 
Watching mountains of lies towering to incredible heights, 
And the black-hearted judges of the kangaroo courts 
Threatening to tie us all up with red tape and torts
As they tread the crimson carpets of the corridors of power, 
Soaked in the blood of human shields and cannon fodder, 
The band of this Titanic is striking up with “We’ll Meet Again!”
And “There’ll be bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover, 
Just you wait and see...”

And I can only wonder at a love so great to script this comedy
That pushed me to the edge, and beyond, to put into verse
How I’ve fallen,  once more, for your Beauty and Glory,
Found in every cell and atom of your multiverse.

Inspired by Charles Dickens A Tale of Two Cities.

On the Eve of the Apocalypse (a prayer)

Infinity

A poetic and exprimental track with Hangpan, trumpet, theremin, double bass.

Clip available here : https://www.instagram.com/reel/C7Wx9TCCMH8/

Weird dancing fairies

Truck Stop Lover

Musique / Music performance : Christian Levitan
Paroles, chant, mixage, mastering et jaquette / Lyrics, vocals, mixing, mastering and artcover : Lukowig

Paroles / Lyrics :

Je n'ai pas osé
sur tes lèvres déposer 
le plus doux des baisers
je n'ai pas osé
t'embarrasser

Je  n'ai pas osé
tendrement t'enlacer
réchauffer tes mains glacées
je n'ai pas osé
de peur de te tracasser 

Je n'ai pas osé
à ton cou me pendre
t'attirer dans mes méandres
je n'ai pas osé 
t'embrasser

Je n'ai pas osé

Je n'ai pas osé [Levitan and Lukowig]

It was a very lonely business, writing six books on metaphysical subjects over 10 years. Thank goodness that's over! Now I'm having the time of my life, meeting fellow travellers who help me to bring my poems to life with their inspired musical creations. 

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Hero's Return (ft. Marcel Gruhn)

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