I am Ok now Doctor...

A very old melody from Brittany (French Cornwall): lyrics in Breton language and music played on a B flat bombard.
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Une très ancienne mélodie du Finistère (Bretagne) : les paroles sont en breton bien sûr et l'air est joué sur une bombarde en SI bémol.

Marig Ar Polanton

Bluebells

I wanted to make a music that is pleasant to listen to while working, but also to dance to. Electronic instruments and traditional instruments can go together, I hope.

The Rabbit Can Hear

Streaming !

Mid tempo rock song written, arranged & produced by John Hardman
Vocals & guitars - JH
(c)(p) 2023 Swamp Music UK/Swamp Records UK for all territories

Single

Little White Lies

Little White Lies - John Hardman

The Dagda was the creator god of the Irish fairy race, the Tuatha Dé Danann, who, in Celtic myths, ejaculates into the River Boyne, dedicated to the goddess Boann. Here I combine this star metaphor with our growing knowledge about cymatics, and about how archaeologists discovered that the shapes of the shells of the fossils change all at once, at the beginning of every Vedic Age (25,772 years). 

Lyrics:

The Dagda stood, phallus firmly in hand 
One foot on Red Mountain, the other on Newgrange. 
While miles below him flowed the River Boyne 
And the pleasure boats of happy folk 
Oblivious to the existence of 
This giant of the Tuatha dé Danann, 
The creator god of their race. 

He was waiting for Her. 
He was waiting for Boann, 
He was waiting for Her Voice, 
As he had done, many times before, 
Over countless aeons... 

He was waiting for Her Voice, 
The love song that would sing into being 
The turning of the Ages, 
The command for the waves to change their shapes. 

Only He could hear Boann’s Voice, 
Only The Dagda’s ears were pure 
From the chattering white noise 
And seductive sirens’ spells 
That others were bound by. 
He had no interest in their words. 
To him they were just like 
The mating cries of hump-backed whales, 
A long way off in the distance. 

He wondered what she’d sound like, this time? 
What love song would She sing 
To build the new waves of the new Age? 
Then he heard it. He heard it... 

It was coming towards him on the wind. 

Suddenly her soft lips were on His ear, 
And she sang Her song 
Into the long, winding labyrinth 
That led to the serpents in His sack, 
Who instantly, at the sound, leapt up 
On fire, and whirling with desire 
To enflame Him with Her command, 
To send Her song to the waters, to the waves
And to the seas, to turn the Wheel of the Age. 
And He could hold back no longer. 

With a vast groan of ecstasy 
Tinged only with the agony of waiting, 
He released Boann’s love potion, 
Like a colossal creamy fountain, 
Into the flowing, glistening milky way 
Of Her river below. 

Lyrics and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, January 2024 
Music by Paul Foss
© Paul Foss, January 2024
Contact: paul@paulfossmusic.com

Cover art: Carina Nebula, a collosal stellar entity spanning 460 light years and emitting some of the most stunning formations of gas and dust in the Milky Way.

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