Nice build of drama and tension. Well done!

This song centers on how relationships can help us to endure the lack of trust caused by the ever present intrusions of technology.

Song written by Rich O'Brien.
Guitars, vocals, EZ Bass, EZ Drummer 3, and EZ Keys 2 - Rich O'Brien.
Produced, MIxed and Mastered by Rich O'Brien.

You've Got To Believe in Something

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

Lofly Jazzhop

This song is about being honest and vulnerable with others! :)

I'm Not A Fake!

Hush my little darling - don’t you cry
watch the sky 
stars so bright 
the beauty of the night
Sandman made a dream for you
I wish it will come true
blessings, fortunes, hope and hugs
the best of dreams filled with love 

Hush my little darling dont you cry
dream sweet dreams  
Wave the day goodbye
Morning  breaks
Darkness fades away 
You’ll play
sun or rain
come what may. 

Evening stars spread the light 
a diamond in the night 
A nightbirds sings her lovely tune
it’s time to wake the sleepy moon

Hush my little darling dont you cry
dream sweet dreams  
Wave the day goodbye 
Morning  breaks
Darkness fades away 
You’ll play
sun or rain
come what may. 

Hush my little darling dont you cry
dream sweet dreams  
wave the day goodbye

Hush

You on the phone hunched over in a sweater..it’s nice to see you on the pottery wheel again, I’ve missed the smell of wet clay, and David believes he has painted The Seine At Argenteuil from scratch- all while I was pondering the fact that sound has shape when suddenly I got pulled over by a firetruck

Save Your Lies For David

I think if fish could talk I'd imagine something like this, but it's just a little musical outburst.
In addition to electronic instruments and possibilities (DAW), I used guitar, arturia pigment synthesizer and electronic drums when creating the music.

I Talked to the Fish

Streaming !

Virtus et Honos

Enveloped in a tapestry of "synthy" melodies, this song gently cradles an optimistic breeze amidst a backdrop of wistful melancholy. Supported by a robust foundation of pulsating drums and bass, it seamlessly blends contrasting emotions into a harmonious sonic journey.

No Lemon No Melon

Last Time I Saw You (Velvet Ant Edition)

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)

After more than 25 years as a symphonic cellist I am exploring different ways, not consistent in style, trial and error. Working in Logic Pro. 

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