Composed by Maeva Roussel
Produced by Léon Barbot @leon-b-official

Innocence

What does the abyss say to you?
Do you even know?
You know you know.
I know you care.
Do I care if you care?
You'll have to find out.

You'll have to come begging
To me on your knees to see
Oh, I see you care.
Oh, I see you care a lot.
Quite a lot indeed.
I see you care very, very much.
The message is:
Cheek cheek cheek cheek cheek cheek
Cheek cheek cheek cheek cheek cheek.
(Um um)
Cheek check cheek cheek cheek
(What are you looking for in there?)
Cheek cheek cheek cheek cheek cheek
(Feeling totally what you're doing now.)

Glitch In The Dominatrix

Message From The Abyss

A Light In The Dark

Floating

Bancrupt

Lead vocals - Glenn Sevillo
Instruments & background vocals - Cavebar
Mastered - A7 Recording Studio

Lyrics:

Got time, weather is fine,
Strollin’ on the pier beside the waters that shine.
Head high, mind in the sky,
Thinkin’ ‘bout a someone who could maybe walk by.

Feel elation, palpitations, beaming straight up to the sun
A flirtation, imagination, making it feel like a love has begun.
Are you gonna, are you gonna gonna walk by? 
(are you gonna gonna walk on by?)
Are you gonna, are you gonna gonna walk by? 
(are you gonna gonna walk on by?)

Doo-doo’s

Inhalation, inebriation, someone just came into view.
Desperation, trepidation, will they walk by when they see that it’s you?
Are you gonna, are you gonna gonna walk by? 
(are you gonna gonna walk on by?)
Are you gonna, are you gonna gonna walk by? 
(are you gonna gonna walk on by?)

Stop time, something sublime,
Movin’ from this moment now would feel like a crime,
Walked by, was that a blush?
And did you just imagine that casual touch?

Feel elation, palpitations, beaming straight up to the sun
A flirtation, imagination, making it feel like a love has begun.
Are you gonna, are you gonna gonna walk by? 
(are you gonna gonna walk on by?)
Are you gonna, are you gonna gonna walk by? 
(are you gonna gonna walk on by?)
Are you gonna, are you gonna gonna walk by?  
(are you gonna gonna walk on by?)
Are you gonna, are you gonna gonna walk by? 
(are you gonna gonna walk on by?)

Doo-doo’s

Walk By (featuring Glenn Sevillo)

First Track of a new musical based on Once Upon A Broken Heart Series by Stephanie Garber

Apollo (Once Upon A Broken Heart The Musical)

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.