really good collaboration by two professionals-well done

Love the change of atmosphere right here! Enthralling composition!

Here is a Special Playlist with an Eclectic Selection of Chill, Emotionnal Tracks
Life isn't always easy & many feel it even more before the Xmas time...
Many of us through music express it...It's good to share it & know that we're not alone...
There is a second episode on line " SHARING STRONG FEELINGS " with another Selection of Emotionnal, Existentialist Tracks more Hot, Rocking & Wild..  > https://soundcloud.com/user-883466627/sets/sharing-strong-feelings-season


Hope you enjoy it all! Thanks in advance to SC members for like the Playlist & the Tracks in it :)

PS > as there is a limit of 100 likes a day on SC,if you did yet like more than 40 others tracks elsewhere, you can manage to like some today & some tomorrow...

"SHARING DEEP FEELINGS"  Season Ending 2019 (Episode 1/4)

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

The strength... the power... the illusion... the magic...
Simply... ORK!DEA

ORK!DEA

It seems to me that many people these days make more effort to separate themselves from others than to compare themselves with others. Both are triggers for unhappiness, in my opinion, but it's something more than that.

This song has very few bass parts. Most parts use an 8-string guitar. This is the result of avoiding the competition between the bass and the area of existence. I did slaps, thumbs, tapping, and all sorts of other things. It took me a long time to finish the song because there were so many parts I had to practice and I had tendonitis....hahahaha

lyrics

Only those who are allowed to exist are allowed to exist in this town.
Those that are not will be eliminated from existence.
I am forgotten by time.
I distanced myself from you.

Who would need me?
Who will look at me?
There is no one alive in this world.
Only cold nights and attacks will come.

A whale as cold as blue steel is looking at me.
He says if he's tired of me then he can be done with it.
But I am not mine.
What about my family? What about my elderly parents?
I can't finish it on my own.

My consciousness fades away.
Many diseases are eating away at my organs.
But I won't be allowed to die for another ten years.
I have to be there for my family.

Who would need me?
Who will look at me?
There is no one alive in this world.
Only cold nights and attacks will come.

Every morning we are transported on a crammed train.
Someone steps on my foot. I also push someone away.
Someone please carry me to that distant castle.
someone please help me
Soldiers who cannot fight are carried away.
Where are they going?

Those No Longer Needed

I want to live a king
With a house of lords you’ll be my queen
We can have all that we want
So stay a while
Play like we’re gods 

We can sit on a wall
Dream a lot so we freefall
We can be who we are
Instead of acting like people were not

:::::::::::::

Your boundary walls come undone 
I feel your jaded memories 
Divided one by one

Confusion in the mind
A cortex thrown out of symmetry
Multiplied with time

But in this world
I am sublime
I wanted a choice
To read between the lines 

In this time
God stole my voice
And where is my choice
To use what’s left behind 

In this universe 
I am sublime……

A Second Demo Collection

Live Like a King (Demo)

Hello my Friends :)

This is my new Track "Now and Always". It all started with the inspiration from the piece "Our World" by Audiomachine but it really evolved into a different direction, which isn't a bad thing after all 🙂.

Personally i especially like the last section, which gives me exactly the nostalgic feeling i wanted to create :-)

I hope you like it !

Have a wonderful day.

Marcel 

- Now and always bound,
Time's fleeting whispers, profound,
Love's eternal sound.-

Now and Always

This song is part of our album, The Windmill of the Year, and it represents the Autumn Equinox. The bardic purpose of this ancient Celtic mythic tale about the rescue of Mabon was to illustrate the importance of the Animal Spirits, and their long memories, to the shaman who goes to them for guidance in the Underworld. 

This originally orally-conveyed yarn was drawn in the constellations of the polar stars, and it's entitled How Culhwch Won Olwen. It’s also the earliest Celtic myth featuring Arthur Pendragon.

Our hero Culhwch (Hercules) was born in a pig pen and raised by sows, but he eventually went on to win the hand of the beautiful princess Olwen (Ursa Minor or Little Bear), who had been kept from him by her ogre father Yspaddaden (Draco).

However, like all heroes that make their epic rite-of-passage journey around Merlin’s Round Table of the Stars, Culhwch has to pass a number of trials first, and one of them is to find and release Mabon, the Wondrous Youth, who had been imprisoned before Time had even begun.  

Yet he cannot even attempt this impossible Quest without the help of his cousin, Arthur Pendragon (Ursa Major or Great Bear) Olwen’s monstrous, one-eyed uncle Custennin, the Wild Herdsman (Bootes), Drudwyn the Hound (Cor Caroli), the Eagle (Aquila) and the Salmon (Cetus).        


Lyrics and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Copyright Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, May 2024, all rights reserved

Music and art by APi_ZZ
© Copyright APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner), May 2024, all rights reserved

You can hear more of the delightful music here of @APi_ZZ.

Mabon

The composer Marcel Gruhn sent me his epic orchestral track, Now and Always (link here: https://on.soundcloud.com/J6jq4cjfZ9aHBBrs7) and asked me if I felt inspired to put some words to it. I certainly did, and this is the result. We hope you like it as much as we do! 

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

Music by Marcel Gruhn
© Copyright Marcel Gruhn May 2024

Cover Art: Me via AI. 

Words:

He was so tired ...he’d been walking for weeks ...with a leg aching from the wound he’d taken at that last battle ...in which so many had been killed. 

He stopped by a farm gate, and then he leaned on it to light his pipe, and he remembered, once again, the sound of the vultures screaming as they came in to feed on the corpses. It was etched on his soul. 

He was no longer the arrogant young man who’d left his homeland with a cocky spring in his step. His face was now lined like a road map, showing all the places he’d been and all the horrors he’d seen. 

As he drew on his pipe, he looked up to see a lush green valley stretching out before him, and it seemed familiar. The streets and playgrounds of the village below were just like those he’d played in as a child, such a long time ago... Then he gasped as he realised ...he was nearly home! 

He wanted to run, but he could only stumble along the lane, dragging his leg behind him. Full of doubt now, fears for how he’d be received having left them all such a long time ago, and under a cloud...he wondered, would they even recognise him? 

Through eyes blurred with tears, he saw two young boys coming along the lane, with their mother close behind ...but no, surely not? Was this his daughter, now grown and matured?

 The woman smiled in recognition. 

“We’ve been waiting for you,” she cried out as she ran towards him. And it was then that he saw it...The circle of life... and in a flash, he remembered greeting his own father returning along this very lane, as he must have his father before him. 

Then he felt them both in his heart as it dawned on him that they had never been away, that his forefathers had stood guard around him as he had fought to protect his homeland ...just as these two small boys may have to one day... 

"But not yet.. he silently prayed, "please God ...not just yet..." And he clasped his family to his breast.

Hero's Return (ft. Marcel Gruhn)

According to the alchemists of old, there are four different kinds of fire: celestial fire, earthly fire, elemental fire … and secret fire. This song is about the secret fire. 

I'm very grateful to @APi_ZZ for setting my words to such captivating music. 

Words and vocals: Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
Copyright © Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, May 2024 

Music and cover art: APi_ZZ 
Copyright © APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) May 2024 

When Prometheus stole the fire from Olympus, 
It wasn’t a nova that illumined his course, 
Neither peat of hearth, nor flames from forge; 
Or passion smouldering in his phallic horn. 
All these fires already by man were availed. 
No, it was the secret fire, 
That no mortal man ever saw unveiled.

Now the ziggurats are scarlet with blood, 
Inanna's chalice, snatched from her hand, 
Pours into the Tigris, the Euphrates, the Nile, the flood. 
Hierodules torn from purple sheets 
Sold in the market like prostitutes. 
The Mysteries parsed through cost benefit sheets, 
And twisted to fit by men in black suits.

If Forethought was there, what was his reasoning? 
The collapse of His-story, the church and the steeple? 
To bring the Black Swan and open Pandora's Box? 
Now refugees swarm like Sea Peoples of old, 
From the cruel bloodbaths of Masters of War, 
And Lady Victory turns away her cheek, 
Refusing to grace such monstrous cheats.

The moral of His-story? There are no morals anymore.
They quickly followed all sense of decency, 
as it was jettisoned out the door… and yet… 
It is the only boat back to shore.
So take it, or be lost at sea, 
In the deluge sent by those Olympians of old 
And understand, now, all those who can, 
in order to be a god, you must first learn to be a man.

 I speak of the secret fire, flash of enlightenment, 
The wise serpents of divine lightning. 
It made Saul fall from his horse; 
In the Upper Room, struck the twelve apostles. 
The grace, the Shekinah, to us was delivered 
By one chained to a rock, while a crowned eagle 
Pecked away at his liver.

When Prometheus stole the fire from Olympus, 
It wasn’t a nova that illumined his course, 
Neither peat of hearth, nor flames from forge; 
Or passion smouldering in his phallic horn. 
All these fires already by man were availed. 
It was, now you know, the secret fire, 
That no mortal man ever saw unveiled.

Secret Fire

Toujours ici une Demo pour le plaisir des oreilles fait maison sans samples
avec deux guitares une basse un clavier et une drums a la main!!
bonne écoute !

RELATIVITY

A cautionary tale from out of the Midsummer Mists of Avalon, with some extraordinarily-inspired kling klang from @APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner). It's Fellini meets Dante's Inferno on magic mushrooms sorta thing! Or perhaps it should be The Nightmare Before Solstice, a la Tim Burton? Anyway, we're willing to bet it's a Fairy Death March the likes of which you've never heard or seen before!

It begins:

A full moon was sailing through clouds that midsummer’s night 
as I was coming home from the Summer Solstice rites
where, it has to be owned, the mead had flowed without halt.
Now walking along Paradise Lane ‘till Wicks Hollow neared,
and the three-way crossroads there, my eyelids felt heavy,
so I flopped down on a mossy bank, and leant up 
against a rock... and it was then that the fairies appeared.


I’ll let you listen to what unfolds next ... if you dare! 

Words and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
Copyright © Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, Summer Solstice, June 2024 

Music and cover art by APi_ZZ 
Copyright © APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) Summer Solstice, June 2024

Midsummer Night's Dream

Chord Progression　( BPM ; 92 → 100 → 105 )
Intro ; |DM7|Am7/D|GM7|Em7-5|　|DM9|G#m7-5|C#m7|C#m7/F#･CM7･A13|
　　　|DM7|Am7/D|GM7|Em7-5|　|DM9|G#m7-5|C#m7|Edim･Aaug|
Verse ; |DM7|F#m7-5|GM7|C9 |  |Bm7/E|BbM9|Emadd9|Em7-5･A7-9|
　　 　|DM7|F#m7-5|GM7|C9 |  |Bm7/E|BbM9|Emadd9|Edim･Aaug|
Bridge; |GM7|D13|C#m7-5|C7-9|  |Bm7|E9|CM9|A9|
Chorus; |DM7|Am7/D|GM7|Em7-5||DM9|G#m7-5|C#m7|C#m7/F#･CM7･A13|
　　  　|DM7|Am7/D|GM7|Em7-5||DM9|G#m7-5|C#m7|Edim･Aaug|
Ending; |DM7|CM9|Em9|A13･Em7-5 ……

Music ; Tooru Kitano
Type ; Original
Release Date ; Sep.20,2017

Autumn in Southern Beach Chigasaki

Lead Vocal and Lyrics:  Special Cecilia
Band Support:  Paulo Medias Project

Not Alone  (Special Cecilia) Collaboration

This is my collaboration with Andy Bushell we hope you enjoy it 
Music Gina Wood & Andy Bushell.
Dreaming of the time in the past when life was so simple.  The visions of a child.
For more fantastic music see Andy, at https://soundcloud.com/drewmasterflash

Dreams  of the past

Dreams  of the past     -Gina Wood & Andy Bushell

Enjoy the vibes with @specialececilia

Here are our other collabs https://soundcloud.com/ricochet8888/sets/special-cecilia-rico-collabs

Cheers 
Dx

Circle of Life **DIsco45 Mix**Cecilia & Ricø**

Sudan Archives - Paid (PH2 Re - Edit Alternative)

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