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I just want to feel your love (feat. Surf, Tommy Ice and Kaido)

Dreamer

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

Jerred Seveyka plays acoustic rhythm and slide guitar

Bret Tobalske plays lead slide resonator guitar, electric bass and drums.

Distilled

Third part of my father trilogy.
The father trilogy ends with my naïve and youthful attempt, at the age of 23, to break away from my father, who seemed overpowering at the time, and stand on my own two feet: 
To move as far away as possible from my provincial hometown, to throw myself into a Berlin that was completely foreign to me at the time and completely overwhelming. 
My saviour at the time was my oldest friend, who had already been living in Berlin for a few years and took me under his wing like a big brother.     
But even with his help, I soon had to realise that the attempt at a radical inner "patricide" could not succeed in any way. The early imprints he had left on me, the demons I had 'inherited' from him, were all still there. No matter how much I turned my outer life upside down, there was no escape from the central patterns and beliefs that I had learnt from my father in the first 10 years of my life.
In this respect, the song title "The Singular Man" is a "Mission Impossible". It was only three years later, and especially after his early death, that I realised more and more that a lifelong confrontation with my inner father images could lead to a closely linked dialectic:
An ever deeper and visibly more reconciliatory bond with my father and, at the same time, an ever-increasing self-realisation    
 
The Singular Man  (Lyrics in English)

Run through streets crooked and skewed 
The bridges criss-cross

All around me the stink of the city
An army of people everywhere

Turn in somewhere now
Fall in at your door

You are alone
Your corridor infinitely long
Your walls high and wide 
Your front door broad and welcoming

You push me through the corridor now 
At the windows the siren-
song

I get scared and bang 
Am I still
Your catch of fish
Your silhouette
That only plays at being free

And yet I have escaped you 
Escaped!

I take off all hinges
Hang out the windows
Make me a magic wand
Grey Berlin becomes a colourful bouquet for me 

Ride on a peacock wheel
Take a foam spring bath in the Spree

All light 
Time thrown into the air

Pain-free in a glittering dress
An ecstatic feeling of life

But something pushes back
Under the carpet lies the hanging rope
The spider's web is
Still there
The old danger

I only know about her now 
Keep me out of her more 

Oh man, the singular man
Man Oh man, the singular man
Man Oh man, the singular man
Man Oh man, the singular man


Der Singuläre Mann (Deutscher Originaltext)

Lauf’ durch Straßen krumm und schief, 
Die Brücken kreuz und quer

Um mich herum der Großstadtmief
Überall ein Menschen-Heer

Bieg' irgendwo jetzt ein
Fall’ bei Dir zur Tür herein

Du bist allein
Dein  Flur unendlich lang
Deine Wände hoch und weit 
Deine Eingangstür willkommens-breit

Schiebst mich jetzt durch den Gang 
An den Fenstern der Sirenen-
Gesang

Mir wird Angst und Bang 
Bin ich immer noch
Dein Fischfang
Dein Schattenbild
Das das Freisein nur spielt

Und doch bin ich Dir entflohen 
Entflohen!

Lege alle Scharniere ab
Häng' die Fenster aus
Bastle mir einen Zauberstab
Grau-Berlin wird mir zum bunten Strauß 

Fahr auf nem‘ Pfauenrad
Nehm‘ in der Spree ein Schaum-Frühlingsbad

Alles leicht 
In die Luft geworfene Zeit

Schmerzbefreit im Glitzerkleid
Ein rauschhaftes Lebensgefühl

Doch etwas drängt zurück
Unterm Teppich liegt der Häng‘-Dich-Strick
Das Spinnennetz ist
Immer noch da
Die alte Gefahr

Kenn‘ mich jetzt nur mit ihr aus 
Halt mich mehr aus ihr raus 

Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann
Mann Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann
Mann Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann
Mann Oh Mann, der Singuläre Mann

Der Singulare Mann (The Singular Man)

Der Singuläre Mann (The Singular Man)

Design & Construction

A shaman's description of the Underworld.

I'm very grateful to Andreas Pirner for his inspirational and magical music. You can find him here:  @api_zz

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

Music composition by APi-ZZ (Andreas Pirner) 
© APi_ZZ, January 2024  (Andreas Pirner) 
https://soundcloud.com/api_zz

Cover art: Microcosmic Universe by youvebeenowned on Deviant Art 

Lyrics:

I once used to hear that the Underworld 
Was a flaming Hell down below the Earth,
Where sinners were roasted on spits,
And where Satan held court as Lucifer 
Over boiling, putrifying pits.
We were frightened when young by this grim tale.
But it isn’t at all like that. I assure you, I know...
Lucifer is the light bringer, the morning star 
The Underworld is a place where all life grows
And it isn’t even very far...

This dimension of the Multiverse
This Underworld

It is Dreamtime to the aborigines,
A night black land of fertile potential,
Where star seeds of new possibilities
Sprout in the dark from the quintessential
Before birthing into form. 
It’s where Coleridge found Kubla Khan’s 
Stately pleasure dome was decreed. 
And where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Straight down to a sunless sea,
Through caverns measureless to man...

In this dimension of the Multiverse
This Underworld

It is here that the enlightened artist goes
To these dark, echoing caverns,
To mine, like the dwarves of Erebor,
Boons already dreamt into being,
Buried in a golden seam of ore. 
They ferry their treasures along the Alph, 
And then finally out into this bright world of day,
Their cargo unloads itself by crystal telegraph
If they’ve been careful not to spill a single
Drop along the way...

From this dimension of the Multiverse
This Underworld

They smelt the ore with the heat of their passion 
Into masterpieces of paintings, poetry and song,
They are humbled with gratitude as they fashion
These healing gifts from another realm,
A place that can cause no wrong. 

So this is the real Underworld, I hope you can see 
The source of all great art born from natural alchemy. 

© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, January 2024

Underworld

Translation above
Une de mes nombreuses chansons écrites pour mes élèves.
Voix : Miorcos https://book.easyzic.com/miorcos

Ma fenêtre
Je vois par les carreaux 
Ce que font les oiseaux : 
Quand ils quittent leur nid 
C’est qu’ils ont bien grandi.
Alors, j’ai ce désir
Qui me ferait plaisir :
Je rêve d’être ailleurs 
D’être grand et sans peur.

Refrain :
Ma fenêtre ouvre un ciel 
De rêves en ribambelle. 
Ma fenêtre m’attire
Et m’invite à partir.

Tout comme eux dans le ciel 
Un beau jour je pourrai,
En déployant mes ailes 
Comme les grands voler.
Si jamais je me perds 
Dans cette immensité, 
J’aurai comme repère 
Mon enfance passée. (refrain)

Myckaël Marcovic, le 16 septembre 2015

One of the many songs I've written for my students.
Voices: Miorcos https://book.easyzic.com/miorcos

My window

I can see through the panes
What birds do:
When they leave their nest
It's because they've grown up.

So I have this desire
That would please me:
I dream of being somewhere else
To be big and fearless.

Chorus : 
My window opens a sky
Of dreams in ribambelle.
My window attracts me
And invites me to leave.

Like them in the sky
One day I'll be able
Spreading my wings
Like the great ones.

If ever I get lost
In this immensity,
I'll have as a landmark
My past childhood.
(chorus)

Myckaël Marcovic, September 16, 2015

I just want to feel your love (feat. Surf, Tommy Ice and Kaido)

Gio 22/6

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