Heitið by Laxá really captures the essence of their Icelandic post-rock. The strings of the Heima Kvartett, Mike's keyboards, Jussi's guitar work and the ever-present driving reggae feel of Bjarne's and Matthias' back line. It's a dark and cinematic piece with brooding deep bass driven by the drums.



Laxá & Heima Kvartett are:
Jussi Siglarson - Guitar
Bjarne Guðjohnsen - Bass
Matthias Helguson - Drums
Mike Taylor - Keyboards
Lisbeth Heima - Violin
Sif Árnadóttir - Violin
Natasha Guðmundsdóttir - Viola
Ída Sigurðardóttir - Cello

Heitið by Laxá [cinematic post-rock | Iceland, San Francisco, Everywhere

We were very good friends. Sometimes a word can be misunderstood and leave room for incomprehension that could harm the strongest friendship. The stupid ego poisoned our relationship. It's sad to see where we got considering all the things we went through together. We shared great moments and wonderful conversation. We should have been more sensibility in handling our last conversation but you know what? Past is past and we are still friends.  At the end dialogue can solve and overpass every issue.

You're Still My Friend

Hi everybody,
here is another original tune I wrote in the last couple of days. It basically sums up a dystopian future for someone like me, being in his early 20s. But its the harsh reality for many people - or at least I assume it is...
Maybe you like it :)
If so leave a like, repost, follow, or a comment for some feedback and support.
Thanks :)

Asleep

First Track of a new musical based on Once Upon A Broken Heart Series by Stephanie Garber

Apollo (Once Upon A Broken Heart The Musical)

King&Queen (Original Mix)

My words here were inspired by a magic mushroom experience I had a few years ago, and the gorgeously dreamy, trippy music was put together by APi_ZZ who skillfully waved his wand over some AI sounds from UDIO.

Words: 
I have been to the cairn
Where the two seas meet.
I have been to where 
Fish-tailed sirens sing
Each to the other.
There I meet the Lover,
In that perfect stillness.

To describe these feelings,
Words are too cryptic.
For dreams, like paintings,
Are huge vivid triptychs,
Monet masterpieces,
Every brush mark
A holy-graphic jewel.

They say a picture speaks
A thousand words,
How could they know?
The error’s made unwittingly.
For minds cannot conceive
Of the love of ten trillion
To the power of infinity.

Words by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
Copyright © Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, May 2024, all rights reserved

Music by APi_ZZ via UDIO
Copyright © APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner), May 2024, all rights reserved

Where Two Seas Meet

According to the alchemists of old, there are four different kinds of fire: celestial fire, earthly fire, elemental fire … and secret fire. This song is about the secret fire. 

I'm very grateful to @APi_ZZ for setting my words to such captivating music. 

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

Music and cover art: APi_ZZ 
Copyright © APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) May 2024 

When Prometheus stole the fire from Olympus, 
It wasn’t a nova that illumined his course, 
Neither peat of hearth, nor flames from forge; 
Or passion smouldering in his phallic horn. 
All these fires already by man were availed. 
No, it was the secret fire, 
That no mortal man ever saw unveiled.

Now the ziggurats are scarlet with blood, 
Inanna's chalice, snatched from her hand, 
Pours into the Tigris, the Euphrates, the Nile, the flood. 
Hierodules torn from purple sheets 
Sold in the market like prostitutes. 
The Mysteries parsed through cost benefit sheets, 
And twisted to fit by men in black suits.

If Forethought was there, what was his reasoning? 
The collapse of His-story, the church and the steeple? 
To bring the Black Swan and open Pandora's Box? 
Now refugees swarm like Sea Peoples of old, 
From the cruel bloodbaths of Masters of War, 
And Lady Victory turns away her cheek, 
Refusing to grace such monstrous cheats.

The moral of His-story? There are no morals anymore.
They quickly followed all sense of decency, 
as it was jettisoned out the door… and yet… 
It is the only boat back to shore.
So take it, or be lost at sea, 
In the deluge sent by those Olympians of old 
And understand, now, all those who can, 
in order to be a god, you must first learn to be a man.

 I speak of the secret fire, flash of enlightenment, 
The wise serpents of divine lightning. 
It made Saul fall from his horse; 
In the Upper Room, struck the twelve apostles. 
The grace, the Shekinah, to us was delivered 
By one chained to a rock, while a crowned eagle 
Pecked away at his liver.

When Prometheus stole the fire from Olympus, 
It wasn’t a nova that illumined his course, 
Neither peat of hearth, nor flames from forge; 
Or passion smouldering in his phallic horn. 
All these fires already by man were availed. 
It was, now you know, the secret fire, 
That no mortal man ever saw unveiled.

Secret Fire

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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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