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Demos 2022

Bloom

Yours

Ask again, am I lost?
Watch the world go by
I won't pretend
To look back or to the front

Turn around, whispering excuses
Float in time, rolling eyes
Surrounded by ne'er-do-wells

Sick and tired of all this waiting
Cannot depart, I'm deep in the mud of leeches
Live a long decay

All this while, the roads get darkened
With black horses, they dawn upon
Like everything, no rising sun
You feel it's now or never.

It never stops.
All this running flow of thoughts
Could I leave it all behind?
Make it last, for one last try
Infinite times

Nothing feels like this
Self-defeating cries, one last goodbye
The walk on flowers is yours alone

Sink down, nothing to lose
Roused in smoke of doubts, it'll do no harm.
A lovely winterfall

Scattered frames, and pouring ashes
Of black hearts, they dawn upon
Like everything, no rising sun
You feel it's now or never.

It never stops.
All this running flow of thoughts
Should I leave it all behind?
Make it last, for one last try
Infinite times

Nothing feels like this
Self-defeating cries, one last goodbye
The walk on flowers is yours alone

Apologize in vain, roll the dice
Come to me, surprise, make me whole.
Fill my cup of rain
Caress what remains unseen, in my darkest hour

Your cold freezing touch
Don't need to hide
For I'm yours, but you wanted more.

Yours

Yours (Single Release)

ft. Jimi @jimi135

ALL ALONE

Oh oh gotta find my own way out
Oh oh have to overcome my doubts

The night is cold I feel so sad
All alone
Once in a while along the way
On my own

Oh oh gotta find my own way out
Oh oh have to overcome my doubts

Never found
A place to stay to feel ok yeah
Life is a lonely road
Where you are taking the shade

Oh oh gotta break into my past
Oh oh better find myself at last

Tous les jours c’est le même cauchemar qui m’attend
Je reste dans le froid polaire et j’ai pas de blouson
Que des gens bizarres et pleins de tentations
Dans le feu de l’action tout devient bresson

Ouai j’ai même pas eu temps de te dire
J’ai l’impression que tous les jours c’est le même film
Ouai j’ai même pas eu le temps de te dire
Même plus le temps de rire, ha

Je débite sur la guitare
Et je me dis que j’ai plus trop le temps
Flash d’alcool même plus de diluant
Ramène tes plaques et masse d’argent
Je veux sortir sentir le bois de l’argent
Moi j’ai plus le temps je coupe même sans gants
La haine m’attend, le love je suis plus dedans

J’y vais tout seul
Sur les autres j’ai arrêté de compter
Qu’est-ce tu veux que je te dise
Il te baise si t’as trop de bonté
Si t’es mon ami je te jure pour toi
Je vais pas compter compter compter, wow hey

Wow oh oh oh many time I’ve been alone
(J'ai arrêté de compter, j'ai arrêté de compter)
Wow oh oh oh anyway you’ll never
Know the many ways I’ve tried

All instruments & vocals : Christophe
French vocals : @Jimi135

Ah Shit

All Alone (ft. Jimi)

The prayer of the shaman to the four directions before beginning any new ceremony, tuned to 432 Hz.  

Words and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, November 2023

Music by Evandro B Lira, Vintage Mutation
https://soundcloud.com/evandro_b_lira. 
November 2023

Words: 
I bow to the four directions. 

To the East. The red dawn air 
Sighing over the China seas, 
Blow the nomad trade winds 
Along your Silk Road, 
Your Bay of Bengal 
And swirling pyres of Varanasi, 
Through the temples of Tibet 
And the spiced Vedic lees. 
Bring Vayu's sweet sylphs 
To inspire our creativity. 

To the West. The deep Atlantic 
Heaves and tosses the merrows,
Your swirling whirlpools 
And drowned, forgotten reefs
Of mermaids and mer-men 
On high waves and farrows. 
Bring up from Lir's feet 
That purest of aqua cold. 
Sail it fast over the Irish sea 
And across the Menai roll 
To wash away our pain and fear 
And heal our troubled souls. 

To the North. Soil of our minds,
Your caves of quartz and tourmaline
And your blue melting glaciers 
Birthing borates from ice 
Under the Borealis, the stars 
Circling like glittering brides. 
Roll your satyrs and sylvestres 
Through the bleak Calanish stones 
Over the rivers, brooks and glens, 
To the oolite gold of Avalon  
It's Thirteen Treasures and gems. 

To the South. Cast your castanets 
Your smouldering salamanders, 
Your fierce Romany cantinas
Your red lipped, red hipped skies,
And your sultry, dusky sun-downers. 
When the frangipani and mimosa 
Whispers with exotic aroma 
And the heart promises ‘Soon’, 
Give us the southern comfort, 
The tango and the wild fandango 
To spark our dancing shoes. 

© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, 2023

The Medicine Wheel

“Reach Release” 
This Album has 11 Songs - 4 solo, 6 full band and 1 in-between. A time capsule of where I’ve been the last few years. 

It features Chris Di Bernardo on Drums, Clay Lyons on Saxophone and Tom Dehlinger on Pedal Steel 
(myself on the other instruments). 

Drums Engineered by Skylar W. Nahn
Rest Engineered by Myself 
Solo Tracks Mixed/Mastered by Mike Zirkel
Band Tracks Mixed by Myself 
Full Album Mastered by Bruce Butkovich

Artwork by Ben Spatol

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