EMOTIONS

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio
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Lyrics:

Lost little angel, you have left your heavenly host,
Oh little angel, perched upon your lonely post,
My little angel with your silver glow, all dusted by the snow.
Lost little angel, wonder how you came to be
The lovely crown that’s on the top of my Christmas tree?
Oh little angel please relate your tale, upon your goodness I will prevail.

You tell me that you have a heavenly assignment,
Lonely though it may appear to be.
Years ago you sowed the seeds of what turned into,
A wonderful eventuality.

Lost little angel you were part of a holy choir
Creating music that would set the suns on fire,
But on a blessed night you lost your way, 
While pursuing a star’s bright display.
You followed it until it led you to a place,
Where Endless God was finding birth in the human race,
The holy host had sought and found you there, 
And they joined in jubilation and prayer.

From that time forward you earned a special mission,
All the other angels did agree,
At Christmastime you would appear among the humans,
To help a lost and lonely one like me.

Lost little angel, guess you’re right where you should be,
Giving me guidance from the top of my Christmas tree,
Oh little angel you’re not lost at all, your serenity says it all.

Halle…  Halle… Hallelujah!

Lost Little Angel

💽 Track : The Self Occupation 
 👤 Artist : The Double Morphis
💽 Album : You are in History - EP
📆 Date : 2023-02-27

Genre of the track is mix of experimental and big beat.

The Self Occupation

Eternity

The choice

The Choice

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.

The Bold And The Blasphemous

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio
@woods_studio

Lyrics:
Brooding sea, oppressive day, a panorama in disarray,
A resolute light will find the way from a horizon hideaway.
Forever theme, the mystery, the recurring history,
The bitterest veil on what we see becomes a new reality.

All in time, all in time, let the story fully unwind, 
All in time, comes the clue to the riddle of “why”.
All in time, all in time, the biography will fully unwind, 
All in time, see the crack in the cover of the sky.

Climb the mountain, stormy day, broken boulders block the way,
You’re losing your hope, begin to pray, 
- to a summit that’s farther away.
Sudden break reveals a beam 
through the fog blotting out the dream,
It’s guiding the way to the brilliant day, 
that’s just above the grey.

All in time, all in time, let the story fully unwind, 
All in time, comes the clue to the riddle of “why”.
All in time, all in time, the biography will fully unwind, 
All in time, see the crack in the cover of the sky.

Clouded years, distorted fears, oh, no no no.
Waiting ‘til the crack appears, oh, wo-wo-wo.

Instrumental 

All in time, all in time, let the story fully unwind, 
All in time, comes the clue to the riddle of “why”.
All in time, all in time, the biography will fully unwind, 
All in time, see the crack in the cover of the sky.

All In Time

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

Throwing An Indigo Van Out the Passenger Side Window

Les gueux à genoux

Terreur

Laniakea

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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Forbidden Knowledge

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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