Glances

With Michael Manring on Bass

Dreaming in Plastique

Feel boxed in- And confined
Trapped inside a role
That undermines you by design

Time to refine and realign 
So the setting for your story
Realizes your desire

Set a new direction - to a better place 
Find your resurrection -
Held in love and grace

Remember what you wish for- 
When you wake and when you sleep
‘Cause you’re dreaming in pastiche (2X)

The arc of life - is yours to bend
So turn the curve away
From your regret

Because your loss, and past defeat
Only gets you ready
For your heart’s true destiny

Dreaming in Plastique, with Michael Manring

The Wasp

Don't Expect The Rain

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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.

The Dagda

Annie Dieu-Le-Veut has written a magnificent/majestic poem about birds and dares to allow me to set it to music. The soundtrack is composed and arranged with a little help from four classical composers and lots of birds. 

Words and narration by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, © January 2024
https://soundcloud.com/annie-dieu-le-veut

A Cathedral Of Birds

A good and fun orchestra to start the month of February off right, having been composed since December of last year.

This track was released by SoundCloud's own distributor, and due to an unexpected change they made, the track appears on other platforms only as "A Wonderful Place". Yes, I know that this causes a lot of confusion with my other old track that was already released with the same title, that's why it should be released as "A Wonderful Place: Let's Fly". I have already contacted support and luckily they responded, it will take 3 to 5 business days for the correction to be made on all platforms. :)

A Wonderful Place: Let's Fly

A true story ...

By Annie Dieu-Le-Veut and APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner)

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

I'm most grateful to Andreas for this perfect music for the subject. 

Music by © APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) February 2024 
Find him here: (@api_zz)

Words: 

Long were they known to the Children of Don, 
These waters that run so deep, 
That pulse the heart blood of Avalon, 
And rocks the Beauty who still sleeps. 
Fand, her eye weeps, 
Drops drip, springs seep, 
In dark, underground caverns 
Fluting silvery waters, oh so sweet, 
That carry the salmon to Mabon.

Since ice floes swept these Isles of Honey,
This nectar of Nectan’s Glen, 
Dove’s ambrosia of Aphrodite, 
Or Brigit, as she was known then, 
Sung lullabies, into the night, 
Singing in the age of when 
The sun bird left Cinnamon Lane in flight, 
Soaring at behest of Gwyn. 

Avalon’s waters are sacred, you see, 
Destined for changes in ages. 
These rivers below don’t run to the seas, 
But move at the command of mages 
In the World Tree, sounding the key 
To unlock Earth’s life changes. 
It is by Macmannan of Llyr’s decree, 
Greatest of Celtic sages. 

But it was not his harp that dealt the knell 
Of doom on these sacred waters. 
This HAARP was an instrument of Hell 
Straight from the Den of Plotters. 
To steal the dells, Levels and fells, 
From their rightful owners. 
To bring in huge drills, to frack the wells, 
To rape Morrigan’s daughter. 

The Three Nefarious Blows to Britain 
Could not have done any worse. 
Of those fateful days, it is written, 
Avalon came under curse. 
The Furies rained, Taranis aimed 
Wheels to spin the sea purse, 
As storm waves crashed into pasture plains, 
And the farmers’ fields submersed. 

On the night of the full moon baleful airs 
Smashed the doors of the White Spring 
To pieces, shattered, well past repair, 
It was such a bitter sting. 
Stone dragon on stair, beyond prayer, 
Broken as they found him. 
But Brigit’s flame in her grotto still flared, 
The heart of the Isles of Honey. 


At Burrow Mump, useless handwringers all
 Were photographed for their voters. 
The Prince of Wales claimed he was appalled, 
While on the phone to his broker. 
Gone Chinese walls, the croupier calls 
This game of red hot poker. 
When climate change was blamed as the cause, 
The winner threw down the Joker. 

But all was not lost, despite shriek and beseech, 
The call rang across the leylines, 
Echoed by standing stones and cromlechs, 
“Send a bard who can spell with a rhyme.” 
Men of Harlech, now ithyphallic, 
Thundered down the rhynes , 
“Defend the glassy wall, Fragarach. 
“Lugh’s own Tongue Cannot Lie.” 

And so, this magical sword appeared
At the Avalon Council of Bards. 
To speak through the old Witch,  
“Rhyme it up!” it told the lady smith;
The purge to remove the bane. 
So she intoned the words to entrain, 
That tumbled out like a twin-twisted withe, 
Her tongue could no more contain...

"You wizards and lizards! You boastful bards! 
"By your own ignorance you’re paralysed. 
"The Beli serpent of these Honey Isles 
"Your mute mouths are unable to satirise, 
"Let alone the three fountains he guards."

Then she turned and raised her hands 
to the roiling skies. 

"I command the Three Fountains:
"The fountain of water of air
"The fountain of water of seas
"The fountain of water of earth/fire 
"Be still... and know thy peace.

"All glory to you, victorious Beli,
Who defends the Honey Isles."

The Waters Of Avalon

Thinking,
Doing,
Working,
Building,
Progress,
Complex,
Efficient Machina,
Thinking,
Doing ,
Raison D'etre

Flexing,
Extending,
Logic,
Knowledge
Cogs,
To make it run,
Cogs,
To make it turn

System Directive,
Autonomic reaction

A world beyond what they can see,
Waves clash and unify
We are robotic,
No one knows why
Why?! 

Antihuman

All songs copyright 2008

Cassini is a band which seeks to create rock music without boundaries. In addition it is also about big riffs, even bigger guitar solos and prog rock wig outs. Every genre is up for grabs in the experimentation stakes.  The purpose of the Projekt is that no one listens to it. This music isn't for human ears. Viral popularity and societal definitions of success are irrelevant. The Projekt was set up in 2008 by a one Alex Mc Donnell following the breaking up of several previous bands.

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In the beginning there was nothing...then there was The Cassini Projekt! Emerging from the primordial molten fires of the early universe, he who is known by many names, and who you know as yours truly, or falsely, given his many masks, was given a mission...a mission to save rock n' roll and restore the musical cosmos to equilibrium. This task spanning longer than the age of the visible universe he grasped, as it seered its veritable import into his hands of creation. Weilding his fiery axe, illuminated with the flames of destiny, he visited many worlds across the galactic superclusters, restoring musical awesomeness to all and now, he is here on the planet you call Earth to share with you his songs of incandescent awe. He is the Shadow-walker, he is Trent Jameson, he is Max Satanski, he is Hans Kurtz, he is the Xanderzone, he is...The Cassini Projekt, HE is...

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