On the upcoming album, Stranded Alien X, due in 2022

The Unreal Dimension

The Law Of Effect

Antipsychotic (Pt.2)

A celebration of Ostara, aka the Spring Equinox, the first in a series of eight pieces Andreas and I made to celebrate the eight Druidic festivals of the Windmill of the Year, more about which here: https://anniedieuleveut.com/2025/01/22/windmill-aligning-ancient-festivals-and-music/

Windmill album by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut and APi_ZZ (@APi_ZZ)
Hear it here: https://on.soundcloud.com/fLLfY9grivmkbJtr8

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

Music and Cover Art by APi_ZZ 
Copyright © APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) February 2024

Words:

Fire serpents and dragons are stirring 
Deep down in the hard, cold iron of Earth. 

Slithering land wights are waking, 
And wriggling and stretching, 
Woken from their sleep by the return 
Of the song of the Sun, 
Its melody singing all dreamers awake,
To light the cauldrons and fasts to break. 

Lady Slipper yawns and opens her petals 
To a bold west wind ruffling her labellum.
Thunderclouds above ominously threaten. 

An ash in full livery, its leaves right on time,  
Stands next to the winter-nude of an oak. 
So the old wives mutter in iambic rhyme,
“Ash before oak, we’re in for a soak.” 

Great Spotted Woodpecker drills Mars’s drum 
In a military tattoo, to marshall the bugs,
The soldier beetles and bark-gnawing weevils, 

Now Luna turns russet red in Earth’s umbra, 
A covenant of balmier days without number. 

Wyrm moon, Cold moon, Sap Moon
Pulling on the tides, rising 
And not just in the flooded rhynes, but 
Coursing up the loins of men too, 
Their reveries of love fine-tuned 
To Jack in the Green’s reciting 
To the tremolo thrill of Pan’s piping

Labyrinth Spider stands guard on the dell, 
While Salamanders ring the bluebells 
To peal out harsh winter’s fare-thee-well. 

Pixie-cup lichen arrives in the Vale, 
And elves riding turkeys with blue ruffled tails
Then ... Amanita Muscaria sings her aria, 
And Cuckoo tells us Spring is finally here.

Ostara

Save Me

Atom The Hero

Purpose of Existence

Mermaid's Tears

rageishtypslag

This song is dedicated to Gia Hoang and I love him so much 🩷

Lyrics 

When a day is said and done,
In the middle of the night and your fast asleep, my love.
Stay awake looking at your beauty,
telling myself Im the luckiest girl alive
Cause so many times I was certain you was gonna walk out of my life 
Why you take such a hold of me boy
when Im still trying to get my act right.

What is the reason, when you really could have any girl you want,
I dont see, what I have to offer.
I shouldnt be in season, guess you could see I had potential.
Do you know your my miracle?

Im like a statue, stuck staring right at you,
Got me frozen in my tracks.
So amazed how you take me back,
Each and everytime our love collapsed
Statue, stuck staring right at you,
So when Im lost for words,
Everytime i disappoint you,
Its just cause I cant believe,
That youre so beautiful. 
Dont wanna lose you
Your my statue
Your my statue

When a day is said and done,
In the middle of the night and your fast 
asleep, my love.
Stay awake looking at your beauty,
telling myself Im the luckiest girl alive
Cause so many times I was certain you was gonna walk out of my life 
Why you take such a hold of me boy
when Im still trying to get my act right.

What is the reason, when you really could have any girl you want,
I dont see, what I have to offer.
I shouldnt be in season, guess you could see I had potential.
Do you know your my miracle?

Im like a statue, stuck staring right at you,
Got me frozen in my tracks.
So amazed how you take me back,
Each and everytime our love collapsed
Statue, stuck staring right at you,
So when Im lost for words,
Everytime i disappoint you,
Its just cause I cant believe,
That youre so beautiful. 
Dont wanna lose you
Your my statue
Your my statue
Your my statue
Your my statue
Your my statue
Your my statue

Every single day of my life I thank my lucky stars,
God really had to spend extra time, when he sculptured your heart.
Cause theres no explanation,
Cant solve the equation
It’s like you love me more than I love myself.



Im like a statue, stuck staring right at you,
Got me frozen in my tracks.
So amazed how you take me back,
Each and everytime our love collapsed.
Statue, stuck staring right at you,
So when Im lost for words,
everytime i disappoint you 
Its just cause I cant believe,
That youre so beautiful.
Dont wanna lose you
The reason for breathing
Stuck like a statue. 

Im like a statue, stuck staring right at you,
Got me frozen in my tracks.
So amazed how you take me back,
Each and everytime our love collapsed.
Statue, stuck staring right at you.

Statue

Xena East - Statue (lil Eddie Cover)

After a pilgrimage to India in 1958, where he visited ashrams and sought to learn more about nonviolence not simply as a political strategy but as a way of life, King came back to America determined to set aside one day a week for meditation and fasting. In the 1960s, he nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize the outstanding Vietnamese Buddhist teacher Thich Nhat Hanh. King was, at bottom, a Baptist minister, yes, but one whose vision of the social gospel at its best complements the expansive, Mahayana bodhisattva ideal of laboring for the liberation of all sentient beings (“Strangely enough,” he said, “I can never be what I ought to be until you are what you ought to be. You can never be what you ought to be until I am what I ought to be”). His dream of the “beloved community” is a sangha by another name, for King believed that, “It really boils down to this: that all of life is interrelated. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny.”

Charles Johnson, from "A Sangha by Another Name,"

https://www.stillwatermpc.org/dharma-topics/thich-nhat-hanh-martin-luther-king-jr-and-the-dreams-we-hold-3/



A year later, in 1966, Thich Nhat Hanh met Martin Luther King, Jr., in Chicago. They talked about the war in Vietnam and about community building. In his 2011 retreat in Washington, DC, with Members of Congress, Thich Nhat Hanh said about that meeting:

For us, our ideal, our hope can only be realized if we have a solid, beautiful community. I think from that day on, the “beloved community” began to be discovered as something that could be done in the here and the now, in our own organization. The Southern Christian Leadership Conference should begin to represent that “beloved community.”

Unfortunately, Martin did not have a chance to continue his sangha building, his community building, because he was assassinated not very long after that. For myself, even though I was not allowed to go home, even though I had to stay in exile for almost 40 years, I was able to make friends with many people in Europe and American and Asia, and they have helped me to build a community. I [we] continue the work of Dr. King.

https://www.stillwatermpc.org/dharma-topics/thich-nhat-hanh-martin-luther-king-jr-and-the-dreams-we-hold-3/

"[We] continue the work of Dr. King" -Thich Nhat Hanh

Falling Down

Mister Monty Banks

I am the NTT. Stranded Alien is my synth rock project.

I have a side project called the NTT's Funk Odyssey. I have started posting these tunes here with the precursor label - The NTT

The Unreal Dimension

Stranded Alien/ The NTT