Old Winter Trees

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

— This music simply wouldn't exist if it weren't for the wonderful poem and the lovely voice of writer Annie Dieu-Le-Veut. Honored for the invitation to participate in this collaboration.

• Words & Vocals by https://soundcloud.com/annie-dieu-le-veut
© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, November 2023

• Music composed, arranged, performed and produced by Evandro B. Lira aka Vintage Mutation.

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 | Ft. Annie Dieu-Le-Veut

This is about a lonely doll in a box hidden far away in the attic.  She is dusty and stashed away in the eaves. Her dress is for a princess or a lady, to the manor born.  She has slippers for dancing and lacy petticoats that gently flow with each pirouette.  When the clock chimes in, as dawn breaks, she magically appears.  Ahhhh, there she is... dancing to music in her ear just as the light streams in through the cracks, like a spotlight.  She performs her dance until the light dims, and the music in her ear is silenced.  Then, back in the box she goes, dreaming of her next dance in the spotlight!

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Doll in a Box

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Visuel : Magdalena Maier.
Musique : Pascal Regnaudin.
Licence : CC.BY.2022. (Attribution).

Marche Latine

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I heard it's so very far
I got no boat
I got no car
Still I'm going
Somewhere I never been
Walking to Jerusalem

I heard people telling me
The breeze there is cool
The honey sweet
Peace and love among everyone
Walking to Jerusalem
Walking to Jerusalem

Might take quite a while
Many days and night
It's gonna be perfect
When I arrive
Just one prayer
Gonna pray it again
Walking to Jerusalem

There's nobody fighting
That's what I heard
No bombs or injustice
No unkind words
Just peace and love
Among everyone
Walking to Jerusalem
Walking to Jerusalem

Might take quite a while
Many days and nights
It's gonna be perfect
When I arrive
Just one prayer
Gonna pray it again
Walking to Jerusalem 
Walking to Jerusalem...

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Massimo Primiero = Acoustic Guitar

Respiro

La musique est une source qui peut jaillir à l'esprit avec une substance infinie à la clé. Ensuite, il est possible de transcrire ce qu'il en reste et de l'harmoniser mais c'est bien risqué et beaucoup plus laborieux. 
Compositeur autodidacte.

Marche Latine

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