Aventure ordinaire

As Foretold (Temple Of The Haunted Man and Cosmic Keanu)

In the heart-wrenching aftermath of losing his partner to a relentless battle with cancer, a man found himself adrift in the vast emptiness of grief. The once vibrant colors of their shared life turned to muted shades, and the echoes of his partner's laughter haunted every corner of their home. The man, once grounded by love, became a nowhere-man, wandering through the days with a heavy heart and a sense of purpose lost. The weight of loss hung heavily upon him, casting a shadow over his every step. Friends reached out, but the fortress of grief he built around himself seemed impenetrable. In the silence of solitude, The man grappled with the void left by his partner's absence, navigating the world like a ship without a compass, lost and yearning for the anchor of love that had been cruelly taken away.

Nowhere Man

Nowhere Man Two - David Wurden (music),  Gary Hayward (lyrics and Vocals)

Approaching Europa is part of Child of Jupiter - a serene ambient album that captures the essence of a journey to Jupiter and Europa. The tracks blend subtle, atmospheric sounds, creating a peaceful backdrop ideal for relaxation or contemplation. It's a quiet homage to the wonders of space, inviting listeners to a gentle, auditory exploration of our solar system.

Full Album here: https://soundcloud.com/jaycbrewer/sets/child-of-jupiter

Approaching Europa

Through the Belt is part of Child of Jupiter - a serene ambient album that captures the essence of a journey to Jupiter and Europa. The tracks blend subtle, atmospheric sounds, creating a peaceful backdrop ideal for relaxation or contemplation. It's a quiet homage to the wonders of space, inviting listeners to a gentle, auditory exploration of our solar system.

Full Album here: https://soundcloud.com/jaycbrewer/sets/child-of-jupiter

Through the Belt

Through The Belt

An evolved version, with drums and keys by ColSeth. Lots more energy.
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Emerald Eyes

GMM Baptist Church favorite offering jingle. Minister Phil Wilson's arrangement with my flavoring. See "God loves a cheerful giver with the lyrics" to sing along.

GOD LOVES A CHEERFUL GIVER!

A true story ...

By Annie Dieu-Le-Veut and APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner)

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

I'm most grateful to Andreas for this perfect music for the subject. 

Music by © APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) February 2024 
Find him here: (@api_zz)

Words: 

Long were they known to the Children of Don, 
These waters that run so deep, 
That pulse the heart blood of Avalon, 
And rocks the Beauty who still sleeps. 
Fand, her eye weeps, 
Drops drip, springs seep, 
In dark, underground caverns 
Fluting silvery waters, oh so sweet, 
That carry the salmon to Mabon.

Since ice floes swept these Isles of Honey,
This nectar of Nectan’s Glen, 
Dove’s ambrosia of Aphrodite, 
Or Brigit, as she was known then, 
Sung lullabies, into the night, 
Singing in the age of when 
The sun bird left Cinnamon Lane in flight, 
Soaring at behest of Gwyn. 

Avalon’s waters are sacred, you see, 
Destined for changes in ages. 
These rivers below don’t run to the seas, 
But move at the command of mages 
In the World Tree, sounding the key 
To unlock Earth’s life changes. 
It is by Macmannan of Llyr’s decree, 
Greatest of Celtic sages. 

But it was not his harp that dealt the knell 
Of doom on these sacred waters. 
This HAARP was an instrument of Hell 
Straight from the Den of Plotters. 
To steal the dells, Levels and fells, 
From their rightful owners. 
To bring in huge drills, to frack the wells, 
To rape Morrigan’s daughter. 

The Three Nefarious Blows to Britain 
Could not have done any worse. 
Of those fateful days, it is written, 
Avalon came under curse. 
The Furies rained, Taranis aimed 
Wheels to spin the sea purse, 
As storm waves crashed into pasture plains, 
And the farmers’ fields submersed. 

On the night of the full moon baleful airs 
Smashed the doors of the White Spring 
To pieces, shattered, well past repair, 
It was such a bitter sting. 
Stone dragon on stair, beyond prayer, 
Broken as they found him. 
But Brigit’s flame in her grotto still flared, 
The heart of the Isles of Honey. 


At Burrow Mump, useless handwringers all
 Were photographed for their voters. 
The Prince of Wales claimed he was appalled, 
While on the phone to his broker. 
Gone Chinese walls, the croupier calls 
This game of red hot poker. 
When climate change was blamed as the cause, 
The winner threw down the Joker. 

But all was not lost, despite shriek and beseech, 
The call rang across the leylines, 
Echoed by standing stones and cromlechs, 
“Send a bard who can spell with a rhyme.” 
Men of Harlech, now ithyphallic, 
Thundered down the rhynes , 
“Defend the glassy wall, Fragarach. 
“Lugh’s own Tongue Cannot Lie.” 

And so, this magical sword appeared
At the Avalon Council of Bards. 
To speak through the old Witch,  
“Rhyme it up!” it told the lady smith;
The purge to remove the bane. 
So she intoned the words to entrain, 
That tumbled out like a twin-twisted withe, 
Her tongue could no more contain...

"You wizards and lizards! You boastful bards! 
"By your own ignorance you’re paralysed. 
"The Beli serpent of these Honey Isles 
"Your mute mouths are unable to satirise, 
"Let alone the three fountains he guards."

Then she turned and raised her hands 
to the roiling skies. 

"I command the Three Fountains:
"The fountain of water of air
"The fountain of water of seas
"The fountain of water of earth/fire 
"Be still... and know thy peace.

"All glory to you, victorious Beli,
Who defends the Honey Isles."

The Waters Of Avalon

Big Dog

Lyrics~ 




Your wealth is all they wish to chew 

You're making up the child abuse 


You're dressing up the severed wound 

You're fessing up the bed of truth 


Your kind is often sold a lie 

Dont mind appealing to the eye 


You're welding solved mysteries

You're held in solemn industries 


Who could induce such a spell

Who where and when go to hell 


A weary eye inflicts the pay 

At least you tried, so they say the same

pain
pain


A blind man leads you to a gate 

Unnasigned, he feeds you all the bait 


Informal fickle dumb indeed 

You're torn between the empty seed


In armstice 

But no one sees you


Stole a promise 

Forgot how leaving feels 


To live life 

And die dead 

To rid a wife 

Of what she did


All that will follow agitates you 

Dont try to swallow he who hates you


Keep the hollow rumour there

Weep for the sorrow groomsmen bare

Shadows at the silver gate

This track is from the Beats Working album The Singles and is available for purchase online.
Written by John Hardman 
(c)(p)Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories

My Heaven by Beats Working (John Hardman)

Poet, author and podcaster on metaphysics, alchemy and shamanism. I write and recite my own mystical poems, and I'm lucky enough to have met a few fellow travellers on here who help me bring those poems to life with their inspired musical creations. So if you'd like a collab, do message me.

The Waters Of Avalon

Annie Dieu-Le-Veut

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