Name: Running From Something by Matt Najor
Duration: 2 min 29 s
Description: My entry for Cymatics Producer Royale Round 3

Heartbreakhotel

Performance/mix by Loper via iPhone/Groovepad 
Loops created by Synthferatu via Groovepad
Photo provided by Hubble Telescope

A COSMOS EFFECT

Can music express who we are? I don't think so, because we are and will be different every moment. But we are somebody!
In this music, I also added guitars and synthesizers to the electronic instruments - that's how it turned out.

Ki Vagyok Én ? - Who Am I ?

Streaming !

Who am I ?

The beak-faced, egg-breasted Bird Mother is the oldest known supernatural deity and she was worshipped in the oak groves of these isles long before any other more humanoid entities.

I wrote this after learning that frequency spectographic research found the dawn chorus builds, with its sound, what looks like cathedrals of light. (More here: https://anniedieuleveut.com/2021/01/14/the-cathedrals-of-light-sung-by-the-dawn-chorus/) 

I am very grateful to APi-ZZ (Andreas Pirner) for composing such enchanting music. You can find him here: https://soundcloud.com/api_zz

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

Music by APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) 
© APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner), January 2024 

Cover Art: Detail from a stained glass window at Dornoch Cathedral in the Scottish Highlands, taken by John Haslam. 

Poem: 

All honour to the Crane bag of the Bird Mother, 
with its Ogham runes and snakes' eggs blue 
that birth the laws to protect the young, 
and those who will later come along 
to live under Her eye of the Moon. 
Our groves were grown for her Offertory 
and even now that they have become churches, 
her birds still intone sonic cathedrals of light 
to wind Saturn’s clock for each new day ... 
and will do for so long as the Earth is.

The murmuring Starlings keep vigil in the dark, 
sparkling in their bright constellations. 
A Long-Eared Owl hoots the Magnificat 
through the cloisters, to prepare the Mass 
for the sleep-dreaming congregations. 

An Eagle arrives at the lectern 
to conduct the Liturgy of Hours, 
its hawkwind-breath inspires and expires 
through the lead-slated roofs and copper spires, 
with prayers reaching up to Her flower-decked bower.
Then a Martin begins the morning Matins 
by swift-spiralling above to show 
we’re all part of the round robin rhyme 
of the tic-tocking Wheel of Time, 
here in our nests and bowers down below. 

At Lauds, a Lark ascends through tree-lined arches 
into the heavenly fan vaulting, 
a glorious Gloria trilling on its tongue, 
that the Sun will keep its promise 
that a new day will come, 
its joy unstinting and unhalting, 
As through the leaded panes of the old church Quire, 
skies are turning from blusher to butter, 
while songbirds in serried ranks, brightly arrayed, 
are chirping and whistling a dawn chorus of praise 
to Her Blessedness, the egg-breasted Bird Mother.

At Prime, a Peregrine Falcon flies to the tower, 
to squawk in the new Sun. 
Then a Torquoise Jay emerges at Terce 
to Gregorian chant the chapter and verse, 
now that the third hour after dawn has come. 

White Swans take flight from their lakes 
to lead the sublime symphony of Sext. 
They soar past choirs of stone-winged angels 
to ring the bells and the Summer Triangle, 
all down the nave and through the transepts. 

Next it’s the turn of a red-cloaked Cardinal.
He intones a psalm, accompanied by a bassoon. 
It is Nones, which marks the ninth hour since sunrise, 
and so we have now reached mid-afternoon. 

Long purple shadows are silently descending 
from the wings of a bald-headed Vulture 
flying in for Vespers at this juncture, 
So we know that the day She gave is now ending.

 Finally, at Compline, a black Crow arrives, 
the incense to light, and to recite the Agnus Dei.
He perches on the altar in full magisterium, 
to hoarsely croak out a sombre Requiem, 
“...aeternum dona eis, Domine.” 
to bring down the thick velvet curtain of night. 

And then a Robin sings the Last Rites. 

All this, in honour of the Crane bag of the Bird Mother, 
with its Ogham runes and snakes' eggs blue 
that birth the laws to protect the young, 
and those who will later come along 
to live under Her Eye of the Moon.

© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, January 2024

A Cathedral of Birds

Rock Rap 🛡️⚔️🐾  Ryini beat altered by microphone mafia

Renegade Rebel

INSANITY... I .... BAHAHAAAW! I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY... EXCEPT LET'S F'ING GOOOOOOOO!!! MUCH LOVE TO Y'ALL FROM TEXAS!!! XOXOXO!

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Eclipse

My entry for Cymatics Producer Royale Round 3

Running From Something

Travels through the Amazon

Back when people respected honesty and clarity, we were listening to those protest songs by Judy and Joan, those who survived the pressure; Back then producers used to say, "If you can't make your point with one guitar and a microphone, you have no point to MAKE! Now, they say" anything goes for the money!" ANYTHING! Wait 'til the grid goes and people have to communicate more "personally" again? Us old hippies and the Amish will have it altogether! IF people could "slow their pressured lives down" and actually "listen" again, without having to be BLASTED by electronics? The lack of "strong drugs" might have helped too! She and Joan Baez are both still going strong! FORGET the guitar! Judy Collins could sing acapella and keep the crowd amazed! Besides, it's the CAPO she's using that causes the strings to loosen, requiring adjustments. The time that talent becomes how loudly one can scream into a microphone while disrobing for views, will soon dissipate, and quality will survive. Judy could have used her voice range to become a famous opera singer-but she kept to her standards. Love to hear her " Amazing Graze" over and over. "With Judy Collins & Joan Baez in Mind, "Why War?" "Time Goes By" and "Praying for Afghanistan"& "The Great Awakening.

"With Judy Collins & Joan Baez in Mind-Why War? "
There was a time, when Man knew he was right,
Peace was on his left, and war was on his right.
Man was right, so in the name of God, 
All mankind lost the land that he had trod.

.CH:
I would give you, anything, if to me you could explain,
Why, at one time, when we had everything....

There was a time, when Man, he could foresee, 
Said "War has always been, so war will always be...
"Aren't we proud? That was our philosophy...
God was dead... but not to me.

There was a time, when man knew he was right;
 Peace was on his left, and War was on his right.
Man was right, So in the name of GOD...
Will All mankind lose the land that he had trod.?

 God was dead, and we were living.
 No God was living, and we were dying.
There's no right or wrong, but we keep trying...
There's no right or wrong...
We're all gone. 
I would give you anything, if to me, You could explain.

.Copyrighted 2016 by The Illinois Harmony Connection (FredGold&LyndaFaye)

Mix for Sonya

"With Judy Collins & Joan Baez in Mind, Why War? "Take One w Viol.

In Ages

Beats sentenced to life on my hard drive. 

Visit www.mattnajor.com for more music.

Contact via email: mattnajor@gmail.com

Running From Something

Matt Najor

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