Annie die le veut is my favorite,amazing work bro

Oh the danger of the misbegotten kiss, and then not heeding the warning of speaking in Elfland.  One gets lost in your storytelling Annie, so pristine and musical is your voice.  The backing track is a lovely soundscape, but I suspect your voice alone would be enough:)

Superb narration Annie ... superb production and music from APi_ZZ

So entrancingly beautiful ... repost is a must

Hey Annie, love your stories and readings. You have a very pleasant and appropriately alternatingly serious and playful voice for this. Excellent work, my friend!

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

ABRE TUS OJOS

ABRE  TUS  OJOS

In Search of The Bog King

This emotional piece is the love for a best friend that is not on earth anymore. Gone for a while. Still in my heart and I will never forget my best friend. My grandfather.

Gone To Soon

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

Written and produced by me
Loops from looperman
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M.E. (Intro to 17)

new season

This song was inspired by the 13th century poem about the abduction to Elfland by the Fairy Queen of Thomas the Rhymer. Thomas was a real person, also known as Thomas Lermount, a Scottish laird whose supernatural powers were said to rival those of Merlin. He was called True Thomas because he was said to have received the fairy boon of the Tongue That Can Never Lie. 

Whether or not Thomas actually was abducted by the Queen of Elfland,  I’ll leave up to you and your imagination! 

I’m very grateful to APi_ZZ for providing such a beautifully evocative soundscape for our fairy ride from Dreamland to Elfland! You can find here: https://soundcloud.com/api_zz

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

Music by APi_ZZ 
© APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner , April 2024)

Words: 

True Thomas was lying on a grassy bank, when a marvel with his eye spied he...
There he saw a lady bright come riding by the hawthorn tree.
Her skirt was of the grass-green silk, her mantle of the velvet fine, 
And at each lock of her horse’s mane hung fifty silver bells and nine. 

True Thomas, he pulled off his cap and bowed down to his knee: 
“All hail, thou Queen of Heaven! For thy peer on Earth I never did see.”
 “O no, O no, Thomas,” she chuckled, “That name does not belong to me; 
"I am but the Queen of fair Elfland that am hither come to visit thee.
“Sing and play, Thomas,” she said, “Sing and play along with me, 
And if you dare to kiss my lips, then certain of your body I will be.” 
“Betide me weal, betide me woe," replied he, "That fate shall never frighten me.”
And then he kissed her rosy lips, all under the hawthorn tree.

“Now you must come with me,” she said, “True Thomas, you must come with me, 
And you must serve me seven years, through weal and woe, as chance may be.”
 Then she mounted on her milk-white steed,  and she took True Thomas up behind.
And every time her bridle rang, the steed flew faster than the wind.

On they rode, on, and farther on, the white horse swifter than lightening,
Until they reached a desert wide, and living land was well behind them.
 “Lie down, lie down now, True Thomas," she said.
And rest your head upon my knee; 
Abide and rest a little space, And I will show you wonders three.” 

“So do you see that narrow road, so thick beset with thorns and briars? 
That is the path of righteousness, though after it but few enquire.” 
“And see ye not that broad, wide way that lies across the lily leven? 
That is the path of wickedness, although some call it the road to heaven.” 
“And see ye not that lovely lane that winds about the fern’d hillside? 
That is the road to fair Elfland, where you and I this night must ride.
“But Thomas, you must hold your tongue, whatever you may hear or see, 
For if you speak in fair Elfland, you’ll never get back to your own country.”

So on they rode.... and on.... and farther on, 
And they waded through rivers above the knee, 
And they saw neither sun nor moon, 
But they heard the roaring of the seas.
 It was dark dark night, and there was no sun light, 
And they waded through red blood to the knee; 
For all the blood that’s shed on Earth runs through the springs of that country.

Soon they came to a garden green, and she pulled an apple from a branch on high,
“Take this for thy wages, True Thomas, it will give you the tongue that can never lie.”
"My tongue is my own,” True Thomas said, 
“A goodly boon that you gifted me! 
I’d neither buy nor sell it, at fair nor tryst where'ere I may be.
“I dare neither speak to prince nor lord, nor ask favor from fair lady. “ 
“Now hold thy peace,” the Lady said, “For as I say, so must it be!”

So now True Thomas has a coat of elven cloth, 
And a pair of shoes of elven green, 
And till seven years are gone and past 
True Thomas on Earth will never be seen.

True Thomas and the Queen of Elfland

Just feel the funny thing!!

Peace

Si Mars

Feel The Funny Thing (2024 Edit)

Гузель Хасанова - Говори

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.

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