Name: The Darker Side by Topaz Bon in Free To Think
Duration: 4 min 5 s
Description: YouTube Video LInk: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6enpWSs820

Cool classical guitar rock tune with good performance and flow. Catchy track

cool song, has some good riffs and drum breaks

really like the music and really cool vocals!!

Free To Think

Our song for Litha, aka the Summer Solstice, is part of our album The Windmill of the Year. It celebrates Bridie, the overlighting Divine Feminine spirit of the land of Avalon. She is also the bride of the Lord of Summer, who we first introduced in our song Beltane (hear that here: https://soundcloud.com/annie-dieu-le-veut/beltane) 

The word “Solstice” means "Sun stands still” in Latin, as it appears to do, for three days, at both the Summer and Winter Solstices. At the Summer Solstice, around the 21st of June in the northern hemisphere, the North Pole is turned the most towards the sun, providing us here with the longest day of sunshine of the year. 

Lyrics and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, March 2024 

Music and Cover Art by APi_ZZ
© APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) March 2024 
You can visit APi_ZZ here. https://soundcloud.com/api_zz

WORDS
How grace You fair the Summerlands, 
when the Windmill slows to Your command. 
The tumbling tendrils of Your goldenrod hair, 
your perfumed breath through June's dawn air, 
and skies tinged with roses of Your cheeks pink, 
like apples honeying for ambered drink, 
while fragrant meadows sing with your springs...
and young cranes soar overhead with Your wings. 

These long, lilting Avalon days are Your behest 
To the Undeserving and alike, the Blessed. 
Even Chronos gives way to Your valse musette, 
and slows Time for your gentle, satined step,
where winter’s grief is swept away by Your mercy, 
and fairies dance through swaying sunflower leas
to your cooing, throbbing in the breasts of doves
making love, at this season, among the foxgloves. 

Your night-scented stocks open in pleasure 
like a choir, to Your starry vault of treasures. 
The evening blooms along the lanes and ridings, 
with aromas so pungent and dusky and enticing, 
reminding us of ancient ages, that Time forgot... 
of gentler, slower days and deeper thoughts, 
when a man’s dreams were valued more than gold, 
and a real song could birth new worlds from old. 

This is Avalon, raw earth of potter’s clay, 
where Bridie sleeps and dreams Her worlds into play.

Litha (Summer Solstice)

The strength... the power... the illusion... the magic...
Simply... ORK!DEA

ORK!DEA

Those Days where nothing ever lasts
Here we go again
With summer days that passed

My grief and all that we can cast
I’d watch the minute hand
With something I couldn’t grasp

I was nice to you 
You were nice to me
I shared my sound
We were worry free

But you left me staring at the phone box window

And when I woke up one morning 
As the sun was coming up
I had somethings I wanted to share
With a young world I didn’t trust

And the honesty was a novelty 
That blurred the lines of luck
I was blinded by the haze
That kicked around the desert dust

Time began to fade
On the horizons
Of the Gods is where I lay
(My weary bones may lay)

I saved your life
But it wasn’t to be
But you stuck it out
And believed in me

Now I don’t see you anymore to tell you

That when I woke up this morning 
Well my head was spinning round
I had somethings I wanted to say
So I began to write them down 

And the past was new and a novelty 
That I will never forget about 
Now I just stare at those desert stars
That trail beyond my doubt

Taste the bitter me
That I keep locked inside
Taste the the anger
That I do well to hide

Taste emotions 
Of this rollercoaster ride

Where I know I’ve lost
But at least I’ve had a try

Time began to fade
On the horizons
Of the Gods is where I stay

But when I woke up this morning 
You know my head was still spinning round
I had somethings I wanted to say
But I’d already wrote them down 

And the past was new and a memory 
That I will never forget about 
So let me lay on the dusty ground
That the desert offers out

Taste the bitter me
That I keep locked inside
Taste the the anger
That I do well to hide

Taste emotions 
Of this rollercoaster ride

Where I know I’ve lost
But at least I’ve had a try

A Second Demo Collection

Horizons of the Gods (Demo)

The Isle of the Strong Door is the ancient mythical name for the island of Britain.

Lyrics and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Copyright Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, May 2024

Music by Paul Foss
© Copyright Paul Foss, May 2024
Email: paul@paulfossmusic.com

Words: 

No man is an island ......a wise man once said. 
But an island is an island, that cannot be denied, 
Nor that those who live on islands evolve in different ways 
To their contemporaries in places like, say, Vladivostok or Monterey. 


Some call it “island syndrome”; it's not a painful condition. 
It’s just how we grew in our homeland, and not even of our own volition, 
On the Isle of the Strong Door, surrounded by a deep blue moat,
Our smallest became gigantic, while our giants became remote.


 “But you are no-one! You're so small!” go the voices beyond our walls, 
“You’ll never survive, let alone thrive, all alone as you are on the world stage.” 
Except we have done – ever since the last Ice Age.
And it may have passed them by, but haven’t they heard? 
Our language is the lingua franca of the world.  

Bran was the last giant of this Mighty Isle, or so it is told in our myths. 
On his death bed, he ordered that his head should be buried in the towering white Dover cliffs. 
Since then, it has guarded the wave-tossed straits, staring forbiddingly out from our shores, 
Rendering all invaders at checkmate, unless those inside open the Strong Door.

© Copyright Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, May 2024, all rights reserved

The Isle of the Strong Door

Hello my Friends :)

This is my new Track "Now and Always". It all started with the inspiration from the piece "Our World" by Audiomachine but it really evolved into a different direction, which isn't a bad thing after all 🙂.

Personally i especially like the last section, which gives me exactly the nostalgic feeling i wanted to create :-)

I hope you like it !

Have a wonderful day.

Marcel 

- Now and always bound,
Time's fleeting whispers, profound,
Love's eternal sound.-

Now and Always

The composer Marcel Gruhn sent me his epic orchestral track, Now and Always (link here: https://on.soundcloud.com/J6jq4cjfZ9aHBBrs7) and asked me if I felt inspired to put some words to it. I certainly did, and this is the result. We hope you like it as much as we do! 

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

Music by Marcel Gruhn
© Copyright Marcel Gruhn May 2024

Cover Art: Me via AI. 

Words:

He was so tired ...he’d been walking for weeks ...with a leg aching from the wound he’d taken at that last battle ...in which so many had been killed. 

He stopped by a farm gate, and then he leaned on it to light his pipe, and he remembered, once again, the sound of the vultures screaming as they came in to feed on the corpses. It was etched on his soul. 

He was no longer the arrogant young man who’d left his homeland with a cocky spring in his step. His face was now lined like a road map, showing all the places he’d been and all the horrors he’d seen. 

As he drew on his pipe, he looked up to see a lush green valley stretching out before him, and it seemed familiar. The streets and playgrounds of the village below were just like those he’d played in as a child, such a long time ago... Then he gasped as he realised ...he was nearly home! 

He wanted to run, but he could only stumble along the lane, dragging his leg behind him. Full of doubt now, fears for how he’d be received having left them all such a long time ago, and under a cloud...he wondered, would they even recognise him? 

Through eyes blurred with tears, he saw two young boys coming along the lane, with their mother close behind ...but no, surely not? Was this his daughter, now grown and matured?

 The woman smiled in recognition. 

“We’ve been waiting for you,” she cried out as she ran towards him. And it was then that he saw it...The circle of life... and in a flash, he remembered greeting his own father returning along this very lane, as he must have his father before him. 

Then he felt them both in his heart as it dawned on him that they had never been away, that his forefathers had stood guard around him as he had fought to protect his homeland ...just as these two small boys may have to one day... 

"But not yet.. he silently prayed, "please God ...not just yet..." And he clasped his family to his breast.

Hero's Return (ft. Marcel Gruhn)

According to the alchemists of old, there are four different kinds of fire: celestial fire, earthly fire, elemental fire … and secret fire. This song is about the secret fire. 

I'm very grateful to @APi_ZZ for setting my words to such captivating music. 

Words and vocals: Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
Copyright © Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, May 2024 

Music and cover art: APi_ZZ 
Copyright © APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) May 2024 

When Prometheus stole the fire from Olympus, 
It wasn’t a nova that illumined his course, 
Neither peat of hearth, nor flames from forge; 
Or passion smouldering in his phallic horn. 
All these fires already by man were availed. 
No, it was the secret fire, 
That no mortal man ever saw unveiled.

Now the ziggurats are scarlet with blood, 
Inanna's chalice, snatched from her hand, 
Pours into the Tigris, the Euphrates, the Nile, the flood. 
Hierodules torn from purple sheets 
Sold in the market like prostitutes. 
The Mysteries parsed through cost benefit sheets, 
And twisted to fit by men in black suits.

If Forethought was there, what was his reasoning? 
The collapse of His-story, the church and the steeple? 
To bring the Black Swan and open Pandora's Box? 
Now refugees swarm like Sea Peoples of old, 
From the cruel bloodbaths of Masters of War, 
And Lady Victory turns away her cheek, 
Refusing to grace such monstrous cheats.

The moral of His-story? There are no morals anymore.
They quickly followed all sense of decency, 
as it was jettisoned out the door… and yet… 
It is the only boat back to shore.
So take it, or be lost at sea, 
In the deluge sent by those Olympians of old 
And understand, now, all those who can, 
in order to be a god, you must first learn to be a man.

 I speak of the secret fire, flash of enlightenment, 
The wise serpents of divine lightning. 
It made Saul fall from his horse; 
In the Upper Room, struck the twelve apostles. 
The grace, the Shekinah, to us was delivered 
By one chained to a rock, while a crowned eagle 
Pecked away at his liver.

When Prometheus stole the fire from Olympus, 
It wasn’t a nova that illumined his course, 
Neither peat of hearth, nor flames from forge; 
Or passion smouldering in his phallic horn. 
All these fires already by man were availed. 
It was, now you know, the secret fire, 
That no mortal man ever saw unveiled.

Secret Fire

A little musical glimpse into ugly world of T. Montana. I was just messing around on my synth when I stumble across of what sounds like a original, mythical sequence of notes, and the rest is history.

The World is Not Yours

Toujours ici une Demo pour le plaisir des oreilles fait maison sans samples
avec deux guitares une basse un clavier et une drums a la main!!
bonne écoute !

RELATIVITY

A cautionary tale from out of the Midsummer Mists of Avalon, with some extraordinarily-inspired kling klang from @APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner). It's Fellini meets Dante's Inferno on magic mushrooms sorta thing! Or perhaps it should be The Nightmare Before Solstice, a la Tim Burton? Anyway, we're willing to bet it's a Fairy Death March the likes of which you've never heard or seen before!

It begins:

A full moon was sailing through clouds that midsummer’s night 
as I was coming home from the Summer Solstice rites
where, it has to be owned, the mead had flowed without halt.
Now walking along Paradise Lane ‘till Wicks Hollow neared,
and the three-way crossroads there, my eyelids felt heavy,
so I flopped down on a mossy bank, and leant up 
against a rock... and it was then that the fairies appeared.


I’ll let you listen to what unfolds next ... if you dare! 

Words and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
Copyright © Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, Summer Solstice, June 2024 

Music and cover art by APi_ZZ 
Copyright © APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) Summer Solstice, June 2024

Midsummer Night's Dream

YouTube Video LInk: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6enpWSs820

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I come from London, England where the cosmopolitan musical mix has been a melting pot of inspiration. I love many types of music from rock to reggae to jazz to just about anything. A good song is a good song in any genre! Many thanks to all those that listen, comment and repost!

The Darker Side

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