Ladat’s Support Aug’24 vol.1

Awesome Music # 20

Re-Ex Sound 55

This is another acoustical tribute to Black Sabbath.... another #inspiredcover unlike the original but definitely inspired by it... check it out.... and.... ENJOY!!!!! 

Lord of this World... (w/CJ) ... Black Sabbath... #inspiredcover

Monumental

Apple Music

Distinct Worlds

Sotvan

deprived

Eddie Q - Every Breath

Phone: Hello? Who is it?

Verse 1:
Salutations.
We don’t hear that word that much these day.
Wouldn’t you agree with me?

Phone: I think you might have the wrong number…

There was no mistake.
Though we’ve never talked before
Phone: Alright… I’m  hanging up now.
I am glad that you answered the phone.

Phone: *sigh* You a telemarketer?
I have nothing for sale.
Jehovah’s Witness? One them Mormons? Not interested.
If anything, I need saving
But I know it’s far too late for me now.

Phone: Wait what? You okay? Do you need help?



I just need someone
I can talk to cus I’m lonely
And I could use a friend tonight.

Phone: Dude, this isn’t funny.
This is not a joke.
But I can tell you one.
That would be life in entirety.

Phone: Yo, it can’t be that bad.
I have two cell phones.
Phone: okay?
One for work and one that’s personal
Want to know who calls my personal phone?

Phone: Alright I’ll bite… who?
Telemarketers.
Phone: We all get those.
Sometimes family.
And the same friend or two less seldomly

Phone: Well that’s not too bad.
182.
Phone: What?
Friends I have on social media.
But there only good for the likes.

Phone: Well have you tried reaching out to them? I’m sure there’s better people to talk to then me.
Unanswered phone calls.
Unreplied voicemails, text and dms.
I guess I’m inconveniencing them.

Phone: Yeah, that’s not cool.
A phone works in both ways
So why must I always
Initiate every interaction?

Phone: Alright… I’ll be your friend… What’s your name?
Just call me Tim Thomas
Phone: I’m Bleezie. Tell me about yourself.
I’m really into movies.
Tv shows, books and music as well.

I grew up watching Disney.
But life’s not like most movies.
Don’t hold your breath hoping for a happy ending

Everyone has problems.
Phone: Yup
Including you, no exception.
Phone: True
But I’m just so tired. So tired.
Phone: Oh you can’t sleep. Been there.

I’m known for my smile.
Phone: You flexing that you’re a Colgate model?
But it’s been some while.
That I have been so tired. So tired.
 

Phone: 
The muscles in my face.
Like my heart they ache.
They no longer want to raise the corners of my lips
Phone:You’re scaring me man

My sister is a dreamer.
Phone:  That’s a positive.
But she had lukemia.
Phone: That sucks… I’m Sorry.
Why the hell her and not me? Why the hell her and not me?

Phone: Hello?
Ti-Tim? Tom? Tim?
Talk to me buddy
Hello?
You can’t ghost me after saying that man, that’s not cool.
I just want to make sure you’re alright, man.
Like… Where are you?
Hello?
Let me know you’re there, man.
Hey, TIM!
Can you come back?

Unknown Number

Love Drug

This track reflects my personal journey, shaped by the values of karma and loyalty that I inherited from my mother.

Space

Will Wilson Unveils His Aspirational Anthem 'Let It Go'

Catch a Wave of Optimism with 'Let It Go' by Will Wilson - An Upbeat Melody of Freedom and Ambition

Will Wilson, a rising artist from the vibrant city of Durban, South Africa, has released his latest track, 'Let It Go'. This song is more than just a melody; it's an anthem of hope and ambition. For Will, music is not just a hobby, but a language through which he fluently expresses his dreams and emotions. Despite his stuttering disorder, he has embraced music as a powerful tool for communication and self-expression, making every track a journey into his unique world.

IG: WillWilsons

Email Ntandoshabala77@gmail.com 

Let it Go.

The words here come from the chapter describing a Samhain shamanic ceremony in my book The Dragon Whisperer's Son, and as ever, @APi_ZZ has come up with the most perfect, and moving, music to accompany them. The Bird Mother was the most ancient goddess of the Caucasian races, in acknowledgement of the vital role of the birds in fertilising the lands. 

Words, spoken vocals and cover art by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Copyright Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, October 2024 

Music and cover titling by APi_ZZ 
© Copyright APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) October 2024 


Words: 

Samhain began, as it did every year, on the stroke of midnight when the bright star of Antares was directly over the Fairy Stone. The Fairy Stone was a huge, white obelisk and it was covered with tiny inscribed sigils that were barely visible under the thickly-encrusted green moss of ages. 

No human alive could remember how the Fairy Stone came to be there – and quite probably no-one who was dead either. It was only the dragons of the misty black Mountains of Memory who kept that knowledge safe from prying ears.

A cold breeze was gusting around the crowds of locals milling there amidst the blue, smokey fragrance from the bonfires. The flaming pine logs were dripping with sweet aromatic resins as they fired crackling sparks of brilliant orange into the dark-clouded skies. 

Scarlet elf cap mushrooms peeped through a damp carpet of gold, russet and bronze leaves covering the hard, muddy ground. The trees they had fallen from were now standing bare and shivering, entirely naked, but bravely ready to face the first gales of winter.  Frosted cobwebs, stretching between their branches, twinkled under a full silver moon.  An owl hooted.

In front of the Fairy Stone stood a large wooden platform. It had been charred black, and then scored with white Xs, Vs and spirals to turn it into an altar, carved in the shape of an eagle so gigantic that it was as if the constellation of Aquila had fallen from the star-studded vaults above. Standing astride the altar was a giant effigy of a woman. She had a pointed head and the beaked face of a bird of prey. Her breasts were huge and egg-shaped, as were her protruding buttocks.  Her arms, outstretched as if in flight, were entwined with wriggling serpents. It was the Bird Mother. 

Each family was going forward, one at a time, to the Bird Mother's altar with their offerings of lit candles for the Naming of the Dead ceremony. Tears glistened in their eyes as the recited with gratitude the names of all those who had before come them.  It wasn't long before there were so many candles jostling together that the altar began to mirror the glittering blackness of the night skies. 

Afterwards, hearts were so full and heavy with remembrance that each preferred to just sit silently with their own thoughts, their solemn faces upturned towards the stars to watch Orion, the Lord of Winter, arise from his watery Underworld to reclaim his rulership over that half of the year. 

Then they were content in their hearts that throughout the cold dark days to come, new starseeds would be nurtured in the warmth of the womb of Earth; that the silver spindle connecting their revolving seasons to the starry mills slowly grinding above would hold firm with their prayers and offerings; that eventually new stargates would open like vast glittering palaces, and that the end of the beginning was done so that life could become and spiral on forevermore.

From The Dragon Whisperer's Son by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut,  ISBN 978-1-9163795-6-5. Buy it on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/yss89t58

Samhain

Many thanks to my friend Mathis for his masterful guitar on this project more of his music @ https://soundcloud.com/user-247333630

mixed and mastered Combstead

Feast or Famine - Mathis

NickJC Intimate Longing Ft 2Sisters



Earth Patriot - Days go By


this song opens the album, also.
You can listen to it right here:

https://soundcloud.com/earth-patriot/sets/dealing-out-hands-counting-out

deprived

gita