That is quite a string of pearls coming out of your collab. Shimmering & polished, with intensity in the poetry reading and great variation in musical "ambience". More of this, please.

Wifi

A celebration of Ostara, aka the Spring Equinox, the first in a series of eight pieces Andreas and I made to celebrate the eight Druidic festivals of the Windmill of the Year, more about which here: https://anniedieuleveut.com/2025/01/22/windmill-aligning-ancient-festivals-and-music/

Windmill album by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut and APi_ZZ (@APi_ZZ)
Hear it here: https://on.soundcloud.com/fLLfY9grivmkbJtr8

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

Music and Cover Art by APi_ZZ 
Copyright © APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) February 2024

Words:

Fire serpents and dragons are stirring 
Deep down in the hard, cold iron of Earth. 

Slithering land wights are waking, 
And wriggling and stretching, 
Woken from their sleep by the return 
Of the song of the Sun, 
Its melody singing all dreamers awake,
To light the cauldrons and fasts to break. 

Lady Slipper yawns and opens her petals 
To a bold west wind ruffling her labellum.
Thunderclouds above ominously threaten. 

An ash in full livery, its leaves right on time,  
Stands next to the winter-nude of an oak. 
So the old wives mutter in iambic rhyme,
“Ash before oak, we’re in for a soak.” 

Great Spotted Woodpecker drills Mars’s drum 
In a military tattoo, to marshall the bugs,
The soldier beetles and bark-gnawing weevils, 

Now Luna turns russet red in Earth’s umbra, 
A covenant of balmier days without number. 

Wyrm moon, Cold moon, Sap Moon
Pulling on the tides, rising 
And not just in the flooded rhynes, but 
Coursing up the loins of men too, 
Their reveries of love fine-tuned 
To Jack in the Green’s reciting 
To the tremolo thrill of Pan’s piping

Labyrinth Spider stands guard on the dell, 
While Salamanders ring the bluebells 
To peal out harsh winter’s fare-thee-well. 

Pixie-cup lichen arrives in the Vale, 
And elves riding turkeys with blue ruffled tails
Then ... Amanita Muscaria sings her aria, 
And Cuckoo tells us Spring is finally here.

Ostara

The Bell Boys

A song about an odyssey to buy cough syrup(other brands are available) #folk #blues #comedy

Medicine Man

The Family Grave's Loving Is Easy (Lagos Version) - Produced by Dimmeji - Music and backing vocals re-recorded in Nigeria by Dimmeji. 

For Valentine's Day and Lovers everywhere. It will be released officially on 14th February 2025.

The original song 'Loving Is Easy' is taken from the 2024 album 'The Family Grave play Songs About Love' available in all good digital places, to download via Bandcamp and in vinyl/CD via ElasticStage. 

Plays Songs About Love is not a traditional collection of love songs but an album of lyrically powerful songs spaninng the personal and political, from an authentically original acoustic heart.

Loving Is Easy (Lagos Version)

Loving Is Easy (Lagos Version) - Produced by Dimmeji

[FREE] "PRIDE" GNX X KENDRICK LAMAR TYPE BEAT 2025 PROD.CAESAR

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Eleven Golden Ducks

Vocal : Magdalena Meisel, Jacek Przydryga
Music : Magdalena Meisel, Jacek Przydryga, Marcel Różanka, Jarosław Toifl
Lyrics : Krzysztof Wartak
Producer/publisher : Krzysztof Wartak, Malovana

Inspiration: Eleven Golden Ducks – The song Eleven Golden Ducks refers to the gold rush that attracted people to places like Colorado Springs in the 19th century, in order to get rich quick. The lyrics of the song refer to this historical event, but in a metaphorical way, the social connection to material success. The symbolism of the "golden ducks" to the illusion of wealth, the so-called fool's gold, an illusory value, one of many chases, only one from sight of what is really important. The pursuit of gold continues, but for the girl, "fool's gold" has no value. She wants something more from the rich sly, than just material wealth, searching for the "golden spirit", which is meaning and external connection. The number eleven in the lyrics, symbolizes the angelic location of the connection of souls - the "golden soul", which symbolizes unity and spiritual wholeness, as well as love and bonding between people. The golden duck in relation to cricket, refers to the term "golden duck", which is used in this sport. In cricket, the "golden duck" is used when a batsman (striker) is bowled out in his first over, which is very unlucky in the first instance of a ground ball. The "golden duck" is a symbol of failure and that game, resulting in an effect or outcome.

In the context of the song, the reference to the "golden duck" symbolizes access to a quick source or success that ends in failure. A girl doesn't want to have a guy and his one, golden card in a financial institution with one footnote.

In reality, it is about finding intangible values, spirituality, authentic relationships and peace of heart and soul, instead of blindly pursuing illusory wealth.


Lyrics :

Golden soul…eleven
Golden spirit, golden soul

I will give you all the gold in the world,
Gold cards in every institution,
Got accounts in eleven banks, unfurled.
Tempted by prohibition, no ilusion.

The stone glare blinded people
That’s what you want, you’re a fool
Yes, yes you have to go to school
When Colorado Springs woke up
You’re thinking ‘bout the map
Yo’ll achieve gold, don’t give up
You’re thinking ‘bout the map
Yo’ll achieve gold, don’t give up

Prostitution holds no sway
All the gold, just for you
For you, I’ll give it all away
Everything I have and more too

It’s a rush, golden ducks
Golden cash, golden fool, golden crash
Stop this heartless madness in me
Ducks can’t fly to heaven
We believe in love of souls
Te golden soul
We believe in love of souls
Te golden soul eleven

It’s still going on the gold rush
Fool’s gold is not for me,
(not for you) come on!
Give me golden cash
Let me have a golden spirit

It’s still going on the gold ruuuush
Fool’s gold is not for me, (not for you) come on, oh
Give me golden cash, please
Let me have a golden heartbeat, heartbeat
Made eleven golden ducks
Why are they worthless
I don’t know what is wrong with me (ELEVEN)
The gold rush is still going on, Can’t you see? Eleven golden ducks
Eleven golden ducks Golden ducks
Golden ducks

It’s still going on the gold rush
Fool’s gold is not for me, come on
Give me golden cash
Let me have a golden spirit

It’s still going on the gold rush
Fool’s gold is not for me, come on
Give me golden cash
Let me have a golden spirit
Golden soul………..
Uuuuuuuu……
Golden spirit

Estrado

ELEVEN GOLDEN DUCKS

Eleven Golden Ducks

I wrote these words during a shamanic darkness initiation in 2005, in which I'd been blindfolded and kept in the dark for three days. Someone put a pad and pen in my hand. I couldn't even see what I was writing. It turned out to be my first ever poem. I didn't know then that I was writing a song that I'd be making the music for with Suno, and putting on Soundcloud two decades later! 🙏

The absence of light over a long period causes the brain to produce its own natural DMT and so the visions are as good as with any other psychotropic substance, like peyote or magic mushrooms.

Words:

Black black black 
Deepest velvetest black...
The land of the Midnight Sun.
Where iridescent white lilies glow 
And shimmer.
Where vast cathedrals rise up and fall.
Where vibrant rainbow feathers flutter by
And then dissolve.
Where the World Tree reaches up to heaven.
Where glittering winged dragonflies zoom in
And then disappear
Where huge caverns drip with shimmering stalactites,
And then open up into tunnels of light.
Where the beauteous Lady resides.
Silver sylvan groves appear before my eyes
And a bough on the World Tree springs
As the firebird leaves it, and soars.
Let me ever remain in this paradise
Of the Darkness.

Lyrics by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
Copyright © Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, March 2025

Music and vocals by Suno.

The Darkness

The moon for March is known today as the Worm Moon. However, the roots of the moon names are lost “in the mists of time” as they say. So after some discussion, Andreas and I came to the view that this March moon was most probably named after the Old English/Saxon for ‘dragon’ which is ‘wyrm’, as it is known in the 10th century epic Beowulf, and that the common-or-garden worm was named after its mightier mythical ancestor. So here it is, and we hope you like it!

Words and vocal by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
Copyright © Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, March 2025

Music and cover art by @APi_ZZ 
Copyright © APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) March 2025

Wyrm Moon

Sanctus is the sixth track on my album Requiem Quia Magnus Vir (Requiem for a Great Man) which can hear in full here: https://on.soundcloud.com/FQqvajLNpsmiTzXr6

It is a Suno rendition of the traditional Sanctus from the Latin Mass for the Dead, or Requiem. I must admit I was gasping when I heard the high notes their 'alto soloist' was able to reach.

Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus
Dominus Deus Sabaoth.
Pleni sunt cæli et terra gloria tua.
Hosanna in excelsis.
Benedictus qui venit in nomine Domini.
Hosanna in excelsis.

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of hosts.
Heaven and earth are full of thy glory
Hosanna in the highest.
Blessed is he that comes in the name of the Lord:
Hosanna, Hosanna in the highest.

6. Sanctus

This is our moon for April, the Egg Moon, in which we dramatise an old Greek myth that gives meaning to that name.

Words and vocals: Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Copyright Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, April 2025 

Music by @APi_ZZ
© Copyright APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) April 2025

Words:


I would like to begin with “once upon a time” 
Except ... we begin where there is no beginning,
Way far back .... where there is no Time,
Only glittering black as far as the eye can see,
The cosmic or firmamental seas, as they’re known
So vast and unending they even dwarf infinity.
On the coils of a serpent, in the middle of this ocean
Sleeps naked, the beautiful Eurynome
With a heart as full as the day is long,
And with a love so deep it could drown a leviathan. 

She dreams of her lover upon whom she sleeps,
Ophion, who lives only to serve her every need,
To fertilise the seeds from these primordial deeps
To birth, into form, her every love-soaked fantasy.
And so it came about that she had a desire
To express the feelings of her heart in hymns,
For planets and stars to form and sing as choirs
Under the vaulted arches of a great empyrean
Lit only by the sun through the stained-glass windows
Of the crystals of her heavenly auditorium. 

So Ophion came in her dream, with her to lay
And plant his seed; then she turned into a dove
And took flight to hatch her egg upon the waves.
Ophion wound himself round it, in seven tiers,
To warm the germs within the crystalline shell,
Until the egg split and from it, all life streamed,
All that exists: suns, moons, planets...stars as well, 
Even Earth with its mountains, rivers and trees,
And all creatures and folk, both good and bad,
Every one had their place in her planetarium. 

As she stood enthralled by the harmony of the spheres,
Ophion placed an egg-shaped moon near our world,
So that we would recognise the story, told in the stars,
That, one day, the beautiful Dreamer would awake
And all this life would seem as if it had never been.
That’s why, at Easter, we share eggs as keepsakes
To honour the memory of the creatrix Eurynome
And her lover, Ophion, that wisest of sea snakes,
Who birthed the stories of all our lives in song,
And of those who came before us, and those still to come.

Egg Moon

Bard, storyteller, song maker, star walker and author of books on the sacred mysteries.

All my socials: https://hyperfollow.com/anniedieuleveut

Wyrm Moon

Annie Dieu-Le-Veut

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