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Original Version By Jahgan Olivier.
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Funky Metal

I'm Burning written by Gary Hayward, Ken Hodges, Phil Grantham, bass Jon coote, drums Gary Wharton. When you're smitten by someone and you burn to be with them. You want to hear their voice and know everything about them. When you see their face, that's it. I'm Burning the video https://youtu.be/Z_Ves84i9ks?si=Sj9WqlJVkCAcE7E9

I'm Burning

By a river or fire river was one of my songs that i wrote over a time of disaster but it came out really beautiful and mellow,written by Gary Hayward.Artwork David Dunn.Vocals and rythm guitar gary hayward,lead guitar kelvin goddard,keyboards the late steve virtue,drum programming john dowie

By a River

Name Droppin - demo

Who the hell Are U ?

Many thanks to my friend Annie Dieu-Le-Veut for the opportunity.
https://soundcloud.com/annie-dieu-le-veut
Even today, modern politicians are educated by what's been dubbed a "manual of statecraft", penned by the so-called Father of Modern Political Philosophy and Political Science, the 16th century Venetian, Niccolò Machiavelli. 

In Machiavelli's book, The Prince, they are taught that no matter how evil the means that they employ are, to achieve victory, the ends will justify those means. Then as the victors, all they have to do is to rewrite the history, to present themselves as the good guys. 
Words:

Last night, I dreamed of Machiavelli,
Who, it seems, hasn’t learned much since the days of the Medici.
His pretext of seizing power for the ‘good of God’,
Was straight out of the playbook of Cesar Borgia....
So it seemed from my talk with poor, deluded Niccolo.

Looking into my eyes and holding my hands
He plied me with cunning plots and plans,
Dripping in evil criminality, and base intent
To create chaos for the existing world order
No means was too foul, not even murder.

The end will justify the means, my dear,
Don’t worry your pretty head.
He said.
I wasn’t buying it, though,
And so I said:

All around us in the world today that we see,
Has been caused by those with such a strategy.
The end doesn’t justify the means, at all.
It is the means themselves which create the evil
Of famine, pollution and perpetual war,
Driven by madness, greed and holy preachings;
This is the end created by your teachings.
We now have nation pitted against nation,
Because the way, the means, IS the destination.

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

Music by Combstead
© Mark Combs, April 2024

Cover Art by by pizarro2021 at DeviantArt.

Machiavelli  - Annie Dieu-Le-Veut

All Songs by me (Written, Performed, Ruined, Resuscitated, Mixed, Re-recorded, Abandoned and all other possibilities).  Special thanks to Dani Ford, Kahlan Davis, John Moreland, and the Toxic Brothers.

Art by Amrulqays Maarof (PixaBay)

Wicked (Ides Of March Mix)

The Stone That Makes The Statue was inspired by the band flying into Keflavík and invokes the rocky, bleak landscape of Iceland.

Percussion driven, it is a return to the post rock roots of the 4 piece, melodic keyboards and harsh guitars, melody and intensity, booming bass and atmosphere.

Laxá are: 
Jussi Siglarson - Guitar
Bjarne Guðjohnsen - Bass/Vocals
Matthias Helguson - Drums
Mike Taylor - Keyboards

The Stone That Makes The Statue, new Post rock by Laxá

In the city's loud cry, she floated like a dream,
Mourning gown, noble air, by the streetlight's beam.
With each step, her grace, like a dance, it seemed,
In her eyes, a storm, where my fantasies teemed.

A flash, in the night's embrace,
Her glance, in time's endless race.
Now she's a whisper in the crowd's faceless sea,
A missed beat in my heart that could have been.
 
You think you saw love in the turn of my heel,
But I'm just walking by, not part of your reel.  
In your head a romance, from a glance you steal,  
But I'm not the one, not part of your deal

Dreams strut under the guise of daylight in the shadows delight.
In the dark stage of life, fate plays with us, and we pretend we see. 

In the rush of the crowd, your shadow fades away,
But in me forever, your image will stay.
A moment of dream, now a haunting tune,
Under the indifferent sky, by the fading moon.

We're lost in the endless night,
Our eyes in a fleeting light.
You are away now, a whisper in the throng,
A dead love fading like a silent song

You think you saw love in the turn of my heel,
But I'm just walking by, not part of your reel.  
In your head a romance, from a glance you steal,  
But I'm not the one, not part of your deal

Dreams strut under the guise of daylight in the shadows delight.
In the dark stage of life, fate plays with us, and we pretend we see. 

The Passerby

Guitar, Bass and Keys by Robert Grigg
https://youtu.be/qSZCQp7VYgQ?si=bz27OvoSxkMsZd3I

Snail Trail

Hello I am an electronic music musician with rock and jazz influences.

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Jahgan Olivier

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