ohhhh shiiiitt, soo funkayyyy! them gold plated diapers, boom!

A Killing Life

A Killing Life - (OldSchool 90's FunkyBeat) - (KRT Production)

The Flight Of The Chicks

Bubble No Trouble

Bubble No Trouble (KRT Production)

A celebration of the Ostara, aka the Spring Equinox, the first in a series of eight pieces to celebrate the eight Druidic festivals of the Windmill of the Year, more about which here: https://anniedieuleveut.com/2024/02/01/the-windmill-of-the-year/

By Annie Dieu-Le-Veut and APi_ZZ (@api_zz)


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

Music and Cover Art by APi_ZZ 
© 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

Dive into the ethereal soundscape of 'H Nyxta Myrizei Giasemi' on SoundCloud! 🌙🎶 Let the hauntingly beautiful notes transport you to a moonlit garden where jasmine blooms under the starlit sky. 🌟✨ Immerse yourself in this sonic masterpiece that captures the essence of the night. 🔮✨ Hit play and let the magic unfold! 🚀 #SoundCloudGem #GiasemiNights #MusicalJourney

H Nyxta Myrizei Giasemi

Help!

Introduction in English

Sometimes I have to smile a little when I think about the fact that John Lennon was only 24 years old when he wrote these lyrics. 
He certainly didn't know about the cries for help that come with ageing from 60 plus. The experience of gradual physical decline and the increasing dependence on the support of other people. The gradual loss of autonomy, which is so important for one's own dignity. And the subliminal threat of retirement and nursing homes approaching, which then temporarily pulls you out of your increasing mental derangement by singing old Beatles songs.
But apart from that, he certainly already knew a lot about the hardships of being different, of not belonging; the longing to experience something like love in the worldwide recognition and at the same time having to suffocate and drown in this wave of adoration. 
In the pop era of the time, his desperate cry for help was reduced to a tolerable two minutes
I turned it into a leisurely three-minute waltz. And tried to express my increasing need for help in certain areas of life in different ways: shy and fragile, desperate and humble, angry and almost accusatory. 
And towards the end, I find myself in an almost otherworldly limbo in which a part of me comes to peace with the cry for help and finds its own new dignity in it.

Einführung auf Deutsch
Manchmal muß ich ein wenig schmunzeln, wenn ich daran denke, dass John Lennon erst 24 Jahre alt war, als er diesen Songtext schrieb. 
Da wusste er mit Sicherheit noch nichts von den Hilferufen, die mit dem Älterwerden ab 60 plus einhergehen. Die Erfahrung des allmählichen körperlichen Zerfalls und die sich zunehmend anschleichende Angewiesenheit auf die Unterstützung von anderen Menschen. Der allmähliche Verlust von Autonomie, der für die eigene Würde so wichtig ist. Und das unterschwellig drohende Herannahen von Senioren- und Pflegeheimen, die einem dann mit dem Singen von alten Beatles-Songs vorübergehend aus der zunehmenden geistigen Umnachtung herausreißen.
Aber abgesehen davon wußte er sicher schon viel von den Nöten des Andersseins, des nicht dazu gehörens; der Sehnsucht, in der weltweiten Anerkennung so etwas wie Liebe zu erfahren und zugleich in dieser Verehrungswelle geradezu ersticken und ertrinken zu müssen. 
In der damaligen Pop-Zeit wurde sein verzweifelter Hilferuf auf allseits erträgliche gut zwei Minuten eingedampft.
Ich habe daraus einen gut dreiminütigen gemächlichen Walzer gemacht. Und dabei versucht, meine in gewissen Lebensbereichen zunehmende Hilfsbedürftigkeit auf verschiedene Weise auszudrücken: Scheu und zerbrechlich, verzweifelt und demütig, wütend und beinahe anklagend. 
Und zum Ende hin befinde ich mich in einer fast schon jenseitigen Zwischenwelt, in der ein Teil in mir mit dem Hilferuf in Frieden kommt und darin eine eigene neue Würde findet.

Help!

Help! (Lennon/Mccartney)

Composed & produced by: Carlos R
Carlos Rodrigues Productions ©2024

Parents often argue with their children, what is the reason?  Indiscipline.  Here: Guitar, the father.  Trumpet, the son.

Indiscipline

dopeSteve (big Lufs Maserati Master)

Light. Punchy. Incisive. Persistent. Wherever it goes.... It does get somewhere.

Hot Rod

I think if fish could talk I'd imagine something like this, but it's just a little musical outburst.
In addition to electronic instruments and possibilities (DAW), I used guitar, arturia pigment synthesizer and electronic drums when creating the music.

I Talked to the Fish

Streaming !

An alternative rock track made by the artists: Just JIMM, G  Page, and WALL

Related link: https://tinyurl.com/4h9m6s6y 

Video: https://youtu.be/OaNpghc1z5E

Lyrics:

They’re creeping around in the dark 
Something is haunting me
Alone with my shadows, my doubts and my fears
Alone with all the shit you can’t see

And I never showed, but they keep me in chains
In the height of my life, and they’re the root of my pain
It’s time to cut them loose 
And just move on

And I know it’s only me
My own worst enemy
Time to just move on

I’m here 
There’s no way to change the past 
And I’m tired of looking back
I know I gotta move on
Know I gotta be strong
Here
Life will move on by 
If I don’t get up and try
So, I’m breaking chains 
I’m gonna leave the pain right here

You’re worthless
You’ll never amount to anything
You just wait

I know it’s had me trapped
Like a rope around my throat 
And I know that it’s me that’s holding the leash 
I just need the strength to let go

And I know it’s only me
My own worst enemy
It's time to just move on

I’m here 
There’s no way to change the past 
And I’m tired of looking back
I know I gotta move on
Know I gotta be strong
Here
Life will move on by 
If I don’t get up and try
So, I’m breaking chains 
I’m gonna leave the pain right here

I feel the light rising
I feel the light rising
I feel the light rising in me
I feel the light rising
I feel the light rising
I feel the light rising in me
I feel the light rising
I feel the light rising
I feel the light rising in me

Move on

I’m here 
There’s no way to change the past
And I’m tired of looking back
I know I gotta move on
Know I gotta be strong
Here
Life will move on by if I don’t get up and try
So, I’m breaking chains 
I’m gonna leave the pain right here

I feel the light rising
I feel the light rising
I feel the light rising in me
I feel the light rising
I feel the light rising
I feel the light rising in me
I feel the light rising
I feel the light rising
I feel the light rising in me

dopeSteve (big Lufs Maserati Master)

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