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What a treat this was to do with my dear friend Annie ..... more of her fabulous work   https://soundcloud.com/annie-dieu-le-veut

Words and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
Copyright © Annie Dieu-le-Veut, October 2024

Music and cover art by Combstead 
Copyright © Combstead Lab October 2024

We came here to Love.
We came here to learn what great Love really is.
We came here to learn about a Love so great that, just out of joy, it builds a whole multiverse.

We came here to Dance
We came here to learn what great Dance really is.
We came here to learn about the joy of the great weaving, spiralling dance of the web that give form to this multiverse.

But not all are here to Love and Dance,
And those who came before us, aeons ago,
Knew the trials we’d have to face, and pass
So they left us guidance in letters from home.
They drew them as stories in the night skies
On silver starships that stay true to their course,
Like messages in bottles across the sands of time,
We rely on these myths to guide us along.

We came here to make Art,
We came here to understand what great Art really is, to know the Artist who paints a glorious sunset across the sky in indescribable hues, purely out of Joy.

We came here to make Music
We came here to understand what great Music really is,
The song that the universe is built upon, the Word of God, Om, that births frequencies to create both Sorrow and Joy.

So we always look forward to those letters from home
Drawn in the stellar guides that are ever true
Like messages in bottles across the sands of time,
We rely on the wisdom of ages to guide us through.

Letters from Home - Annie Dieu-Le-Veut

Distant Awakening

out for good

Rock ballad song by John Hardman
Vocals Guitars Keys JH
Drums Mike Charlton

(c)(p) 2024 Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories

Ice Dancer- John Hardman

K-Pop Synth Beat - "Old Alterations" (Prod. TRINITY)

TUTA SCOMODA by 2FF

I found a vinyl in a future landfill
Etched with a hymn from a world that stands still
A tune hummed by ghosts who forgot how to bleed
Lyrics erased by the ache they don't need
The needle spins backward, but the static still speaks:
"Dance with the answers that buried their questions deep."

The first rule is there are no rules
The only truth's a hall of mirrors
We're all saints writing devil's gospels
Chasing tails through the fog of years

The clock that's right twice a day
Only ticks when you look away
The fire that melts your chains
Burns colder in the rain

We're Schrodinger's cats in a box made of time
Half-alive poets, half-dead-end rhymes
The atheist prays to the dice in his hands
The pessimist's roses outlive his best plans
You can't win the game if you don't take a side
But the board's made of smoke, and the pieces have died

The liar claims this line is untrue
The time traveler's boots have no sole to resole
The universe hums, "I'll owe you a Big Bang"
But the interest compounds in a black hole's hand

You built a dam with a sieve
Taught silence to a sieve
The map leads nowhere but back to your bones
And the phonebook's full of your name, unknown

This is the song that shouldn't exist
Born in a vacuum of crossed fists
A palindrome screamed into a void
The more it survives, the less that it's there
So play it at weddings, play it at wakes
The melody's just what the noise makes

TUTA SCOMODA by 2FF

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