Out Of The Blue

Music by Temple Of The Haunted Man @temple-of-the-haunted-man

Vocals & Lyrics by Cosmic Keanu @cosmic_keanu

Mastered by HoboCop: @metrocityrecords

Sanctuary

Left here brokenhearted
Beneath the falling rain
Can someone save me?

Across the great divide
The chasm opens wide
All seems lost

Thrown against the wall
Who will break my fall
I’m on my knees

I seek sanctuary
Shelter from the storm
Our eternal
Home

Now I stand alone
Holding up my hands
The sky is falling

I seek sanctuary
Shelter from the storm
Our eternal
Home

Sanctuary!
Sanctuary!
Your kingdom’s not
Of this world

Sanctuary!
Sanctuary!
Through grace death
holds no mastery

I seek sanctuary
Shelter from the storm
Our eternal
Home

Sanctuary (TOTHM and Cosmic Keanu)

Ya No Te Puedo Querer [Single]

You Can't Evict This Soul

This song was inspired by the 13th century poem about the abduction to Elfland by the Fairy Queen of Thomas the Rhymer. Thomas was a real person, also known as Thomas Lermount, a Scottish laird whose supernatural powers were said to rival those of Merlin. He was called True Thomas because he was said to have received the fairy boon of the Tongue That Can Never Lie. 

Whether or not Thomas actually was abducted by the Queen of Elfland,  I’ll leave up to you and your imagination! 

I’m very grateful to APi_ZZ for providing such a beautifully evocative soundscape for our fairy ride from Dreamland to Elfland! You can find here: https://soundcloud.com/api_zz

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

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

Words: 

True Thomas was lying on a grassy bank, when a marvel with his eye spied he...
There he saw a lady bright come riding by the hawthorn tree.
Her skirt was of the grass-green silk, her mantle of the velvet fine, 
And at each lock of her horse’s mane hung fifty silver bells and nine. 

True Thomas, he pulled off his cap and bowed down to his knee: 
“All hail, thou Queen of Heaven! For thy peer on Earth I never did see.”
 “O no, O no, Thomas,” she chuckled, “That name does not belong to me; 
"I am but the Queen of fair Elfland that am hither come to visit thee.
“Sing and play, Thomas,” she said, “Sing and play along with me, 
And if you dare to kiss my lips, then certain of your body I will be.” 
“Betide me weal, betide me woe," replied he, "That fate shall never frighten me.”
And then he kissed her rosy lips, all under the hawthorn tree.

“Now you must come with me,” she said, “True Thomas, you must come with me, 
And you must serve me seven years, through weal and woe, as chance may be.”
 Then she mounted on her milk-white steed,  and she took True Thomas up behind.
And every time her bridle rang, the steed flew faster than the wind.

On they rode, on, and farther on, the white horse swifter than lightening,
Until they reached a desert wide, and living land was well behind them.
 “Lie down, lie down now, True Thomas," she said.
And rest your head upon my knee; 
Abide and rest a little space, And I will show you wonders three.” 

“So do you see that narrow road, so thick beset with thorns and briars? 
That is the path of righteousness, though after it but few enquire.” 
“And see ye not that broad, wide way that lies across the lily leven? 
That is the path of wickedness, although some call it the road to heaven.” 
“And see ye not that lovely lane that winds about the fern’d hillside? 
That is the road to fair Elfland, where you and I this night must ride.
“But Thomas, you must hold your tongue, whatever you may hear or see, 
For if you speak in fair Elfland, you’ll never get back to your own country.”

So on they rode.... and on.... and farther on, 
And they waded through rivers above the knee, 
And they saw neither sun nor moon, 
But they heard the roaring of the seas.
 It was dark dark night, and there was no sun light, 
And they waded through red blood to the knee; 
For all the blood that’s shed on Earth runs through the springs of that country.

Soon they came to a garden green, and she pulled an apple from a branch on high,
“Take this for thy wages, True Thomas, it will give you the tongue that can never lie.”
"My tongue is my own,” True Thomas said, 
“A goodly boon that you gifted me! 
I’d neither buy nor sell it, at fair nor tryst where'ere I may be.
“I dare neither speak to prince nor lord, nor ask favor from fair lady. “ 
“Now hold thy peace,” the Lady said, “For as I say, so must it be!”

So now True Thomas has a coat of elven cloth, 
And a pair of shoes of elven green, 
And till seven years are gone and past 
True Thomas on Earth will never be seen.

True Thomas and the Queen of Elfland

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. 

I'm very grateful to Mark Combstead for providing such great rock music for this poem. You can find him here: https://soundcloud.com/markcombs-928282858

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 Combstead, April 2024 

Cover Art by by pizarro2021 at DeviantArt.

Machiavelli (ft. Combstead)

A dreamy summers night
Sat to watch the sundown
Our reflections on the river
And your scent that filled the air

A shimmer of light that’s breaks
A perfect summers day
Dry Golden fields of hay

Here’s your moonless sky
And hovering dragonflies
They form deceptive lines

As common thieves they stole
Our reflections and our souls
As water now fills the air

In the field we both look up 
I think I once understood 
The way you move your frame

As the rain comes down
You glide to the centre and 
The field begins to flood

Do you remember
me calling out your name
When I saw you dancing in the summer rain

Do you remember
How bolero in your veins 
Made you sway and hypnotise the summer rain

A dreamless summers night
Back against the window
The gentle of the wind 
But echoes stir the dark

Low level drifting fog
And crickets ticking clocks
Deceive the barley stems

Your stretching out your arms
And moving into a calm
Emotional refrain 

Surrendering your frame
You move to centre stage
Embraced by the fields dark arts

Do you remember
Me calling out your name
When I saw you dancing in the summer rain

Do you remember
How fandango in your veins 
Made you sway and hypnotise the summer rain

A dreamless fairytale 
Tracks across the corn field 
Remising all lost chances 
To waltz with you once more

The banks begin to shake
Just before the river breaks
In slow motion it overflows 

A cracked blacked summer sky
Migrating dragonflies
Avoid the storm crashing down

You still created moves
To the rhythm while I sang to you
In the barley field that now floods

Do you remember
me calling out your name
When I saw you dancing in the summer rain

Do you remember
How calypso in your veins 
Made you sway and hypnotise the summer rain

And I still remember your scent as we move through September
the feeling of refrain, the feeling of surrender 
A cold frost on the window now
as I let go of the summer sun 
and remiss as the Barley Field floods

A Second Demo Collection

As The Barley Field Floods (Demo)

13 birds circling about a quarter mile high in the sky, I’ve never seen so many birds circling so high, there are no robots in sight.  He’s not too friendly but he’s got a heart of gold, at a young age he fell in love with falling in love.  I’ll be  the first to break the silence, the silence that’s been kept as long as it’s taken the river to carve the canyon, the canyon between you and me.  You bought a black and white color chart with blood money, I’m talk-in money from the blood bank.  Driving up a one way road, cursing at everyone as you go, trees look like broccoli in a miniature world.  And now it’s five o’clock Thursday afternoon and Friday’s in the air.

Don't Be A Heart Breaker

This song is about. What we see outside. We dont know who is the creator. We all believe in something or someone. We dont know. Maybe it is an illusion or not. It is about not doing something. We think we see change. But we see same things just in a different time so we think is new. 
I record my stuff in audacity. I do it in a small apartment in sweden. Do what you want to do. Listen, like or repost. Maybe neither. Up to you.

Illusion

This song is a emotional folk song. Is about life and death. Leave a mark to those loved ones. So they will always remember those good times when you leave earth. 

I use a free sound editor called audacity. Low budghet equipment. I write, sing, play. Do everything by myself in my apartment. My dream is to become a famous musician like everyone else. Love music.

Not Forgotten

How debris can turn in to beauty  Wonderful to work with @xitb on this floating ambient piece. 
Flotsam  is described as debis in the water floating, we wanted to take that debris and turn it into peace
Russell and I kindly thank all that listens we hope you enjoy the ride Cheers G & R

Flotsam Jetsum Gina & Xitb

Eucaristía (Padre Yo te ofrezco)

Hi! I am an folk Singer-songwriter. Play guitar, write lyrics and produce music alone. Have a small studio that I do everything in. Use a dreadnaught acoustic guitar and a free sound editor called audacity. 

Repost, like and follow and I will do the same

Illusion

Bobo

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