Name: Gynoid by Mathis
Duration: 4 min 44 s
Description: I think the guitar is an instrument that has probably done a lot of things already. Perhaps that's why the genre of multi-string guitar was born. I think it's a really great thing, and I feel like there are new sounds and possibilities.

a soundtrack for a fantasy videogame, sounds epic👍

great change here! dramatic, wild, dark, cool track!

It has a dramatic atmosphere and is cool ✨🎶

Powerful, driven, compelling:  great guitar tone and virtuosity🔥🔥🔥

Relaxing for 5 min. You need this every day <3

Soar High

I inspired from a trip from airport to city center through forest at night.

Night Trip

prada

In the heart-wrenching aftermath of losing his partner to a relentless battle with cancer, a man found himself adrift in the vast emptiness of grief. The once vibrant colors of their shared life turned to muted shades, and the echoes of his partner's laughter haunted every corner of their home. The man, once grounded by love, became a nowhere-man, wandering through the days with a heavy heart and a sense of purpose lost. The weight of loss hung heavily upon him, casting a shadow over his every step. Friends reached out, but the fortress of grief he built around himself seemed impenetrable. In the silence of solitude, The man grappled with the void left by his partner's absence, navigating the world like a ship without a compass, lost and yearning for the anchor of love that had been cruelly taken away.

Nowhere Man

Nowhere Man Two - David Wurden (music),  Gary Hayward (lyrics and Vocals)

Aria - A Moment in Time

An erotic poem that allegorises the final stage in the process to birth the Philosopher's Stone, known to alchemists as the Marriage of the Sun and the Moon or the Peacock's Tail. 

Lyrics and music: Copyright © Annie Dieu-Le-Veut and Paul Foss, December 2023. 
Vocals: Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
Musical arrangement: Paul Foss, contact: paul@paulfossmusic.com
Cover art: Detail from The Garden of Earthly Delights by Hieronymus Bosch (1450-1516) 


I know a dell where the willow mint grows,
Where bluebells chime in the midnight hallows,
And bowers of may and honeyed suckle
Curtain the congress of loving couples
As paired collard doves are cooing in swoon
At this, the Marriage of the Sun and the Moon. 

The Peacock’s tail is a courtesan’s fan 
As he dances a slow Bharatanatyam.
The Rose on the Throne folds back her calyx
And releases her nectars into the Chalice
For the bee, so lustful ...and yet so tender
At her grace, at such sweet surrender. 

Deep in this Garden of Earthly Delights
Sleeps Beauty, sometime of the night,
Her perfumed lap that poets eulogise.
All the Love of the world is in Her eyes.
And there, the Serpent is rising once more
To fire up the ways and open the doors.

The Garden of Earthly Delights

I think the guitar is an instrument that has probably done a lot of things already. Perhaps that's why the genre of multi-string guitar was born. I think it's a really great thing, and I feel like there are new sounds and possibilities.

Gynoid

Door, ray and me is an instrumental track and is the last track off "There to here (Part 1)". It pays homage to the Ray Manzarek of the doors. For the whole album, please visit Spotify at: 
https://open.spotify.com/album/5d5fLZFfmyM454L38Zeumq

There to here  Pt. 1

Door ray and me

Door, Ray and Me

The melody of this track is most of the time known as “She Moved Through The Fair”. I've recently released an unplugged version of it. So, this new track is an arranged version of it, inspired by the usual lyrics about a marriage that cannot happen here on Earth because of the passing of the beloved one. The deceased love appears one night as a ghost in the room of her soul mate… that inspired me for the atmosphere of this track.
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La mélodie de ce morceau est la plupart du temps connue sous le nom de « She Moved Through The Fair ». J'en ai récemment sorti une version acoustique. Ce nouveau titre est une version arrangée, inspirée par les paroles habituelles évoquant un mariage qui ne peut pas se produire ici sur Terre à cause du décès de l'être cher. Celle-ci apparaît une nuit comme un fantôme dans la chambre de son âme sœur... ce qui m'a inspiré pour l'atmosphère de ce single.

Our Wedding Day

Discovered

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

You can download my songs from band camp for as little as $0.
Hello everyone. I'm glad you're interested in my music. I'm a guitarist. I used to be in a band, but that ended in failure, and now I write songs and play guitar for my own pleasure. The songs are born in my little room. After years of not playing guitar since I stopped playing in a band, I am now able to play here again and feel the joy of playing guitar and touching music again. That's why it's so wonderful for me to interact with the inhabitants of this Soundcloud. By the way, I'm very talkative, so I'm always looking for pen pals. I'm not particular about the theme, so I'd be happy if everyone could feel free to send me a direct message. I really enjoy hearing other people's ideas and interacting with people from different countries.

DAW APP-> Studio one4 (artist)
Inter face-> Line6 HELIX (rack)
Guitar----> FUJIGEN EFL-MH,Ormsby HypeG8 RUN16,IbanezBTB
And my hands.

Gynoid

Mathis

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