Good composition and arrangement. I like the flow

This is a happy but sad. I can feel the vibe before I read your description. Sorry for your lose. This song honors the love you had for Coco.  💜🎶🐦‍⬛🐈‍⬛

Such a sad story behind this song. I really feel this. I'm sorry for your loss. This is a beautiful song with meaning

Rhythm as playful as a weekend getaway, adventurous and exciting 🚗🎵

wonderful sound -fantastic feeling -love it

I don't want to hear those who think I am crazy
I don't want to move further than my doorstep
Everything is hidden, nothing you can see
Don't ever come to me, coz' I am a real threat
Before, yeah long before
I was happy to be a really good citizen
I was walking 'round the city
And the parks enjoying the
Sun but the clouds followed me
Some found a shelter
But none for me
I'm standing everyday facing dirty little walls
Sometime at night, I see them moving
Someone's knocking at my door, I might be breaking balls
I'm shaking with a fever, will I still be alive in the morning
♪
World is going by my window
I bury my head under my pillow
Before, yeah long before
I was happy to be a really good citizen
I was walking 'round the city
And the parks enjoying the
Sun but the clouds followed me
Some found a shelter
But none for me

All instruments & vocals : Christophe

Long Before

Got It

What have I done wrong today
To make you feel right?
Pleasing all my enemies
No one here's a friend of me
Push away the ones who stay
Keep no one in sight
Alone is where I wanna be
The silence gets the best of me
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Shut it out, just shut it out
In this cesspool starting to sprout
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Cutting off from everything
And everyone outside
I'm so much more at peace with me
A lonesome soul here spiritually
The toxic social manifest
Of new century
It's only getting worse at best
A cesspool growing petri dish 
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Shut it out, just shut it out
In this cesspool starting to sprout
This lack of substance gaining ground
So shut it out, just shut it out
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Solitary in confined
The mental clarity
Away from all the trendy things
That people will regurgitate
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Shut it out, just shut it out
In this cesspool starting to sprout
This lack of substance gaining ground
So shut it out, just shut it out

Enemies

Remix of the song ‘Seawall’ by Neev 
Music and Lyrics: Neev
Record Label: Trapped Animal Records
Remixed by Ray

Original Track: bit.ly/45aZR1b

Neev - Seawall (Remix)

Drift Two

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/766cHwQOBBYUwJN1P0tVoB?si=By8WN1-tQwGHylXzXTdF9w

Digital Ghost

A Whisper In The Dark

The fourth album from UK guitarist John Byrne touches Blues, Jazz, Rockabilly and even African guitar music, This is a tighter collection of tracks trimmed down and focused on the emotion of the instrument.

Recorded with a Les Paul Standard, USA Strat, PRS Custom 24, Jazz Bass, JamStik MIDI guitar and more.

You Haven't Got Imposter Syndrome

Just another one to add but thought Id go small and gentle this time.. A perhaps sad and reflective number delving into the deep depths of loneliness...

Hidden tears

Hidden Tears

This song is dedicated to our beautiful black cat we named Coco.  We adopted Coco when she was just a few months old and she had the softest black coat of any cat we've ever seen and her eyes were like huge round butterscotch candies.  We adopted her and her brother during COVID in January 2021.  On November 2, 2023, at the tender age of 3, she ingested something poisonous and we were immediately forced to make the decision that would end her life far too soon.  

This song is a mix of hip-hop rhythms, acoustic guitar, synths and classical strings.  The abrupt ending signifies Coco's departure from our family, much too early.

Step On No Pets

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

Roger is a musician, producer & composer living in West Michigan.

He produces a wide spectrum of New Age Melancholy instrumentals, using a broad range of acoustic and electronic instruments.

His music is perfect for soundtracks, video games & other sync projects.  Contact him if interested.

Step On No Pets

Roger L. Smith

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