good stuff it kinda reminds me of a special time

Very nice production. Great stuff, Annie.  I like it.

fantast job and poetry!!!! Well done the music too!!!! Lunar mansions of star nations

Discovering Neon is a techno, deep house experiment.  The ever-present bass line is a delve into sound design while the entire song expands on several different synth voices.  The over arching theme is exploration chock full of sciencey goodness.

Discovering Neon

Robot Heart

Wound so tight
Time stands still
Please come back to me
Life’s too small
To Collapse in its wake but You were my everything

This paradise is lost without you and I’m falling down...

My robot heart
It beats for you
I bleed but I’m Holding on
I’m Holding on
I'm holding to you

Lost your light
And here in the dark
Reminded of everything
And In my mind
This prison of why
A dream of the afterglow

This paradise is lost without you and I’m falling down....

My robot heart it beats for you
I bleed but I’m Holding on
I'm Holding on
I’m holding on to you

Cuts so deep
To wake from a dream
In this bed alone
Your scent on the sheets
Like so many things
Long faded and gone

This paradise is lost without you and I’m falling down....

My robot heart it beats for you
I bleed but I’m Holding on
I'm holding on
I’m holding on to you

2023

Robot Heart

Mixed Frequencies by Chris Browne BrowneProject originally from the debut ''169'' album from 2011 in the early day's of Chris's musical journey this is a song about getting a tough day and this is the Remastered version it's available direct on Chris's BandCamp Music Page - https://browneproject.bandcamp.com/track/mixed-frequencies-remastered

Mixed Frequencies

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Mixed Frequencies (Remastered)

Electric guitar is absent --- Bass and Acoustic lead the way .
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I wish you were the one that could
Bring up the sun, instead
You bring out the dark and soot
Am I good enough for you? Am I good enough for you?
Put on a front, I hide
What's killing me most inside
Oh, I stay to myself, "I'm fine"
Is what I'd say to you, am I good enough for you?

Say that you'll be mine
Well you lied, well you lied
I tend to stay aside
While you try to be some kind

You were the one that would
Bring up the sun, instead
You bring out the dark and soot
Am I good enough for you? Am I good enough for you?

Say that you'll be mine
Well you lied, well you lied
I tend to stay aside
While you try to be some kind

All done, it's out there
And everything inside is just alright
Far from complete here
That's okay, I'm still alive, I fight
I fight

You were the one that could
Bring up the sun, instead
Oh, I stay to myself, "I'm fine"
Is what I'd say to you, am I good enough for you?

Some Kind

The beat is important and if I double it, it might be even more effective. This music is dominated by two main voices and two main beats, with a little bass guitar and electronic synths. For me it's kind of thought provoking......

Two Speeds Two Sounds

Streaming !

LYRICS

Verse

I never knew
How much I loved you
But how can I love
What I cannot see

And I've never prayed before
Now I'm on my knees
I pray that you come back to me

Chorus 

Golden angel
Return tonight
Golden angel
I need you
Golden angel
Return tonight
Golden angel
I need you

Instrumental 

Chorus 

Golden angel
Return tonight
Golden angel
I need you
Golden angel
Return tonight
Golden angel
I need you

Verse

How much I loved you
But how can I love
What I cannot see
And I've never prayed before
Now I'm on my knees
I pray that you come back to me

Chorus 

Golden angel
Return tonight
Golden angel
I need you
Golden angel
Return tonight
Golden angel
I need you

Outro 

I need you
I need you
I need you



Golden Angel

Woah Woah

This is a musical experiment, how to change the beats within a piece of music, how much does the ear like ?

2023.09.23 : #25 on the Re-Ex Underground list!

Cut in Half Shoes

Introduction in English:

On a Saturday, 9 June 1989, I receive a phone call from my mother at around 6 am. She seems to be laughing. But as it soon turns out, tears are bursting out of her. At first she can only say one sentence: "Your father is dead". Then her voice fails. I, who has just been roused from my sleep by the ringing, at first think it's a bad joke. My father, not even 55 years old, dead, who had been so full of energy in the last few months? With whom I had spoken lively on the phone just a week ago?
Then my eldest sister comes to the phone. She speaks like a robot, as if she has frozen all her feelings inside herself.
She confirms the sudden death of my father from a heart attack and urges me to come immediately from Berlin to southern Germany (800 kilometres away).
Much of what happened after that - from the last encounter with my father in the morgue, to the years of vacillating between feelings of liberation and sometimes massively frightening "I'll bring you to me in the realm of the dead" nightmares after his funeral, to finding a deeper inner peace with him in the last few years - I wrote down and sang about in the following song "My Father in Heaven".      
However, the song lyrics are not chronological, but set in 2011, in which I am all alone on a beautiful summer day in the cemetery where my father's grave is located. From this day I start a retrospective and an outlook.     

Lyrics:

My Father in Heaven

What a beautiful day
All alone in the graveyard 
Come to visit you
Without a grudge

It's unbelievably quiet
Hear the dead deep asleep 
In an beyond harbour
Be with you soon

I hated you sometimes 
Had you so gladly touched,
You're gone too soon 
Left me alone with the dirt 
Of this life.

Wanted to tell you so much more 
You can't sneak away like that
A moment ago you were still there  
I felt quite close to you,

Now only 
A cold hand in the morgue
Nothing more moves

My father in heaven, 
I miss you very much, 
With wistfulness my heart sometimes
Becomes so heavy

When you were suddenly dead
Many things seemed easier, 
I moved forward in life, 
I looked free

but when I slept at night,
you'd come into my dreams, 
trying to pull me over, 
to the land beyond.

You didn’t let me go for so long 
Lying like a black mourning box
On my chest and belly, 
Felt like I was in a tube 
Trapped by you.

Often couldn’t defend myself
Felt completely without power 
When in the deep of the night
you came to my room, 

without a body, 
pure soul contact,
worlds still unknown to me.

Father in heaven,
do you hear me now,
I speak to you in peace, 
I am no longer hurt.

Your grave is newly decorated,
I've picked a bouquet for you, 
I sit down with you, 
I surrender tot he silence
peaceful silence. 

I am here now, you there
even if the wall separates us,
we see each other invisibly, 
You always stay close to me, 

I'll go on now, 
Stay here, 
I'll be back soon

Father in heaven
I think of you often 
You are indispensable, 
Come with me....

My Father in Heaven

My Father In Heaven

A sound lesson, in 432 hz, on how to compose healing poetry and music, from Mercury who's often depicted in alchemical symbolism as a serpent, and without whom no creative endeavour can come to fruition. 

Big thanks to the incredible Ryan Kenneth Ford for this extraordinary music. You can find him here: @ryankennethford

Words and vocals: © Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, September 2023. 

Music: © Ryan Kenneth Ford, September 2023.
https://linktr.ee/RyanKennethFord 

Lyrics:
Great Earthen sprites under diamond skies
Of Beltane constellations,
Rocked me to sleep with a lullaby,
Lunar mansions of star nations.
In magical flight, 
Hush hush, good night,
To chrysanthemum plantations,
Where sun keepers gather together, to baptise
With kisses from carnations. 

The split-forked tongue of the serpent god 
Sparked red from among the clover.
Like Alice, adrift and over-awed
I knew all sense was over.
I felt a fraud
Tongue too roughshod,
For this wordsmith lover. 
He handed me a measuring rod,
And the rhythm held, moreover.

He told me to leave the meaning behind, 
And just let the drum beat free
He said that the rhythm of the rhyme
Would be the remedy. 
Healing song lines
Across all times
Not for left brains, you see.
More like the waves at royal Lyme,
That come and go to the sea. 

Cover Art: Eve Tempted by the Serpent
William Blake (1757–1827)
Victoria and Albert Museum

The Serpent's Teaching (music by Ryan Kenneth Ford)

Poet, author and podcaster on metaphysics, alchemy and shamanism. 

On here, I'm a lyricist and vocalist who's lucky enough to have met a few fellow travellers that help me to bring my poems to life with their inspired musical creations. So if you'd like a collab, do message me.

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The Serpent's Teaching (music by Ryan Kenneth Ford)

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