u getting better and better, i love to see your grow and be a witness!

love your lyrics and tones, super creative.

Mira tú qué telemático pero no no no me pone a mí.
Mira tú qué problemático pero no no no me pone a mí.
Mira tú qué acrobático pero no no no me pone a mí.
						
¿Quién sí tiene algo para decir?
¿Quién no? Mueve el dedo deslizador.

Mira tú qué automático pero no no no me pone a mí.
Mira tú qué tecnocrático pero no no no me pone a mí.
Mira tú qué carismático pero no no no me pone a mí.

¿Quién sí tiene algo para lucir?
¿Quién no? Mueve el dedo deslizador.

Mira tú qué cinemático pero no no no me pone a mí.
Mira tú qué diplomático pero no no no me pone a mí.
Mira tú qué sicopático pero no no no me pone a mí.

¿Quién sí tiene algo para sufrir?
¿Quién no? Mueve el dedo deslizador.

Voz: Maranta
Música y letra: Derzu

Telemático

That feeling... when your dreams are so good, you just don't want to wake up. 

Words and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, August 2023, all rights reserved.

Lyrics:
Exploding Dreams
Sleep can bring dreams that explode without warning,
So you long for the clock to hold back the morning,
Just a few more winks under Elysium’s elms, 
In the Brigit-bright night of other realms,
Of purple-hued mountains, high overflying
On a long-necked, long-legged crane, of Love undying.

In Persephone’s land, pomegranates gleam, 
Glistening cobwebs with rainbow dew stream. 
Demeter gliding through fields of cornflowers
Like lapis-lazuli, in the wee small hours.
Where Beauty walks in She, throughout the Night,
Veiled behind delicate, silver-winged sprites.

Crepuscular dark of the Land of the Fae,
Deep Saturnine pitch. Not such gaudy Day,
So brassily attired; it’s carbon klieg light 
An insult and blasphemy to my sight...
But wait ... rose light at the window calls us.
Aurora is here and with her, the dawn chorus.
© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut 



Music by Paul Foss 
Contact: paul@paulfossmusic
Dawn chorus by the birds of Glastonbury, Somerset.

Art: Fairy Forest by TheNocturnal Spirit on DeviantArt

Exploding Dreams

Concrete chronicles [feat Axu$]

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/766cHwQOBBYUwJN1P0tVoB?si=By8WN1-tQwGHylXzXTdF9w

Digital Ghost

Produced Mixed Mastered By Danke Noetic & Jay Fehrman

Who I Am Feat. Fat Pockets {Prod By Jay Fehrman & Danke Noetic}

I just added on my latest single "Ramona" the AI Bruce Dickinson singing some verses and a chorus and this is what happened 😂🙄😮😮😮...
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Ramona ft. Ai Bruce Dickinson

A story about an artist wanting to be something but felt like nobody cared...

From Nothin'

From Nothing

Write me on IG: https://www.instagram.com/gio_22_6/ 

Check out my new track on TV on other streaming services as well:
https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/gio226/tv-feat-jadys-birthday--surf

TV (feat. Jady's Birthday and Surf)

A very old tune, probably from Irish origin but also sung and played in Scotland. It has become a standard for many singers so I've chosen a different way by recording an instrumental version with my Scottish bagpipe.
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Un très vieil air celtique, probablement irlandais à la base mais qui est aussi de tradition écossaise. Il est devenu un standard pour beaucoup de chanteurs : j'ai choisi de vous le faire entendre d'une autre façon en vous proposant une version instrumentale, enregistrée avec ma cornemuse écossaise.

She Moved Through The Fair

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

This track is available for download here: https://topazbon.bandcamp.com/album/traces

TV (feat. Jady's Birthday and Surf)

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