  Vortex in a Bag,   Ron Parent, Scott LaForge , Mike Harding ...   I'd like to thank everyone who's listened to our crazy band...   This was the song that just took us  to our 10,000 th  plays ...

" I Am The Sun "    Vortex In A Bag

Sidewalks

Sweet Wilhelmine

Original ode to a beloved lake

I’ve seen the lake paint her pretty face
with sky colors dripping down all over the place  
I’ve seen her call the moon and stars from their throne 
To give them a new home to shine from

I am just a happy fool talking all day long
But I  know Lord  I Know that don’t know her all 
Cause I have seen her face 1,000 times
I have seen her face 1,000 times
I have seen her face 1,000 times
But I never saw her twice

I’ve seen the lake shake the stress of this world 
From all her admirers who grace her shores
The man with his guitar the dogs running free
The kids playing  shout with Glee
No school today

I am just a happy fool talking all day long
But I  know Lord  I Know that don’t know her all 
Cause I have seen her face 1,000 times
I have seen her face 1,000 times
I have seen her face 1,000 times
But I never saw her twice

The Lake

Huge thanks to Iano @Rosarius for the guitar parts and to Bruce on bass... 

Are you ghosting me? Is that your deal?
Is that what this is and how it feels?
And how the hell does that work for you?
Is there guilt, do you have no clue
How it feels to love and care and trust so much
And share your dreams and fears and such
When suddenly …. There is nothing

Chorus
And I think I’ve been mistaken
Are you sick, have you been taken?
Any cause to ease my shame
Cos I really cannot take 
That the mark I left could be so faint 
So easy to erase
Like I vanished without trace

Verse 2
Emptiness, no sound, no sights
A void once filled with excitement
The thrill of the pace and hunger
Their absence strikes me repeatedly
Not once, not twice, with every ping on my devices
Messages not from you scream the truth
You’re not coming

Chorus
And I think I’ve been mistaken
Are you sick, have you been taken?
Any cause to ease my shame
Cos I really cannot take 
That the mark I left could be so faint 
So easy to erase
Like I vanished without trace

Verse 3
I scroll sometimes through the words
Your wrote to me when you saw my worth
No warning of the savage cut
One day warmth, the next day none
Hours of laughter, not pretending
Now a story with no ending
And I swear that I'll delete them all but don't 
Once more succumbing

Chorus
And I think I’ve been mistaken
Are you sick, have you been taken?
Any cause to ease my shame
Cos I really cannot take 
That the mark I left could be so faint 
So easy to erase
Like I vanished without trace

M8
What does that say about me?
That I could be such a fool
What does that say that 
You could be so cruel

Chorus
And I think I’ve been mistaken
Are you sick, have you been taken?
Any cause to ease my shame
Cos I really cannot take 
That the mark I left could be so faint 
So easy to erase
Like I vanished without trace

Vanished Without Trace

Lonley 
Track from our upcoming album "ENCHATED"
Produced by Vionna Chamberlain & Mike Wornath
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Enchanted

Lonley

dancing with you on a cool summer night
moon hung high throws magical light
future cloudy but present clear
what strange forces have brought us here alone?
closer, sweetly, don't play shy
just can't hide that moon in your eye
I confess there's one in mine too
one that's glowing only for you
whisper sweetly into my ear
makes the whole world disappear
maybe after all I wasn't damned and blue
you makes things matter and I found the light In you

Curt Cudnowski

Summer Moon

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

RETORCIDO - banda de Mar del Plata años 92/94
integrada por:Fabian cachu Spaltro-bateria,Guillermo Cerato-guitarra,Pablo di Giovanni-bajo,Berni Villar-guitarra y Christian Lisotti-voz

05-Hoy no hay

Maybe

And a fucking full moon sits right up in the night
Fat and grinning
And a fucking full moon hangs right up in the sky
Fat and grinning

Yeah, she maybe likes me, but she doesn’t love me

And when she left she kissed me flighty on the cheek
And that was all, goddammit

Yeah, she maybe likes me, but she doesn’t love me

And when I asked her: Honey, won’t you stay a while with me? She said:
One of hese days, maybe.
What I can do is moaning, moaning at the moon
Fat and grinning

Yeah, she maybe likes me, but she doesn’t love me

Yet

Maybe

Hurry Up
_________________________
	
Music: Peppe de Sanctis (https://soundcloud.com/superpcircus)
Lyrics and vocal melody: Inês
__________________________

You come around
And I go around
I can’t tame my addiction
It’s not what you think with me
Just pay attention
I drive in circles
Trip myself
On the same distortion
I always feel I have to go
I can’t convey enough
Need a place for my scattered mind
Be longing is so senseless
Here I go in my eternal process
Which I’m overly obsessed

Hurry up
Rush my friend
Push it baby
I’m sorry, so sorry

You come around
I go around
I can’t tame my addiction
It’s not what you think with me
Just pay attention
I drive in circles
Trip myself
On the same distortion
Be sure for what purpose
Noone is a finished matter
We are just hanging on
Trying to make life better
Where do I wanna run
Oh, I’m not here
Nowhere, anywhere

Hurry up
Rush my friend
Push it baby
I’m sorry, so sorry

Sweet Wilhelmine

Dimitri AC

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