A great composition with impressive melodies as always! 👏🏻👏🏻

chilled version, and because a piano why ever not 🤣the first collaboration of a woman with an amazing voice and someone who likes to play with musical Lego 😁😁

https://soundcloud.com/taylor-friar?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

IN THE DARK- Original Mix  (Taylor Friar & Adam west)

Everynight

A true story ...

By Annie Dieu-Le-Veut and APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner)

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

I'm most grateful to Andreas for this perfect music for the subject. 

Music by © APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) February 2024 
Find him here: (@api_zz)

Words: 

Long were they known to the Children of Don, 
These waters that run so deep, 
That pulse the heart blood of Avalon, 
And rocks the Beauty who still sleeps. 
Fand, her eye weeps, 
Drops drip, springs seep, 
In dark, underground caverns 
Fluting silvery waters, oh so sweet, 
That carry the salmon to Mabon.

Since ice floes swept these Isles of Honey,
This nectar of Nectan’s Glen, 
Dove’s ambrosia of Aphrodite, 
Or Brigit, as she was known then, 
Sung lullabies, into the night, 
Singing in the age of when 
The sun bird left Cinnamon Lane in flight, 
Soaring at behest of Gwyn. 

Avalon’s waters are sacred, you see, 
Destined for changes in ages. 
These rivers below don’t run to the seas, 
But move at the command of mages 
In the World Tree, sounding the key 
To unlock Earth’s life changes. 
It is by Macmannan of Llyr’s decree, 
Greatest of Celtic sages. 

But it was not his harp that dealt the knell 
Of doom on these sacred waters. 
This HAARP was an instrument of Hell 
Straight from the Den of Plotters. 
To steal the dells, Levels and fells, 
From their rightful owners. 
To bring in huge drills, to frack the wells, 
To rape Morrigan’s daughter. 

The Three Nefarious Blows to Britain 
Could not have done any worse. 
Of those fateful days, it is written, 
Avalon came under curse. 
The Furies rained, Taranis aimed 
Wheels to spin the sea purse, 
As storm waves crashed into pasture plains, 
And the farmers’ fields submersed. 

On the night of the full moon baleful airs 
Smashed the doors of the White Spring 
To pieces, shattered, well past repair, 
It was such a bitter sting. 
Stone dragon on stair, beyond prayer, 
Broken as they found him. 
But Brigit’s flame in her grotto still flared, 
The heart of the Isles of Honey. 


At Burrow Mump, useless handwringers all
 Were photographed for their voters. 
The Prince of Wales claimed he was appalled, 
While on the phone to his broker. 
Gone Chinese walls, the croupier calls 
This game of red hot poker. 
When climate change was blamed as the cause, 
The winner threw down the Joker. 

But all was not lost, despite shriek and beseech, 
The call rang across the leylines, 
Echoed by standing stones and cromlechs, 
“Send a bard who can spell with a rhyme.” 
Men of Harlech, now ithyphallic, 
Thundered down the rhynes , 
“Defend the glassy wall, Fragarach. 
“Lugh’s own Tongue Cannot Lie.” 

And so, this magical sword appeared
At the Avalon Council of Bards. 
To speak through the old Witch,  
“Rhyme it up!” it told the lady smith;
The purge to remove the bane. 
So she intoned the words to entrain, 
That tumbled out like a twin-twisted withe, 
Her tongue could no more contain...

"You wizards and lizards! You boastful bards! 
"By your own ignorance you’re paralysed. 
"The Beli serpent of these Honey Isles 
"Your mute mouths are unable to satirise, 
"Let alone the three fountains he guards."

Then she turned and raised her hands 
to the roiling skies. 

"I command the Three Fountains:
"The fountain of water of air
"The fountain of water of seas
"The fountain of water of earth/fire 
"Be still... and know thy peace.

"All glory to you, victorious Beli,
Who defends the Honey Isles."

The Waters Of Avalon

This one is a bit different from the others I have put up.  The song itself combines two different ideas I created for different pitches for game songs (both rejected in favor of my "Is It Time" a few months back).  I liked how they sounded together so I expanded them and finished it up this last weekend.

Link to Vid: https://youtu.be/IOB45Ifaytw

For me, I had the feeling of Alan Wake / Control when making the intro and other parts of the song. I also have a tendency sometimes to just jam a song with notes and arpeggios but I wanted to try doing something with more restraint here.  

https://soundcloud.com/neonlasagnamusic/is-it-time

Past the Tunnel's End

If That Aint Country (Nothing Is) 

VERSE 1 
Wildflowers on the prairie 
Rope swing on the cherry tree 
Braiding crowns out of sweet grass 
Daydreaming about everything 

PRECHORUS  
Sunsetting and she’s still outside. 
Trading butterflies for starry nights 
Her nail polish is the dirt inside. 
No horses but she’s riding high. 

CHORUS 
If that ain’t country, nothing is. 
She’s got a heart like Dixie. 
Brown eyes that smile in the rain 
Patsy Cline would lose her mind. 
Johnny Cash would walk the line. 
Bocephus would tip his hat and C grin. 
If that ain’t country nothing is. 

VERSE 2 
I blame it all on her roots. 
Vivaldi on her violin. 
Ain’t a fiddle but it’s just the same. 
She makes the devil RUN. 
 
PRECHORUS  
Suburban girl in secondhand boots 
That kids got a heart of gold. 
Aw come on now she’s like a southern wind. 
Take her hand, let her carry you home. 

CHORUS 
If that ain’t country, nothing is. 
She’s got a heart like Dixie. 
Brown eyes that smile in the rain 
Patsy Cline would lose her mind. 
Johnny Cash would walk the line. 
Bocephus would tip his hat and C grin. 
If that ain’t country nothing is. 

BRIDGE 
When we’re on the road again. 
Here by my side my highway kid 
If that ain’t country nothing is. 
Waylon, Willy, Charlie Pride 
I ain’t saying step aside. 
But you can’t deny this kid. 
If she ain’t country, no one is 

VERSE 3 
Fireflies and a full blue moon 
Humming Chattahoochee is her favorite tune. 
Piggyback ride in Daddy’s cowboy hat  
It’s a dance that we’ll never forget.  

PRECHORUS  
Her bicycle is her pickup truck. 
By the pond, skipping rocks, and counting her luck 
She’s a nature girl, she’s my beautiful world.  
Two-steppin through my heart everyday 

CHORUS 
If that ain’t country, nothing is. 
She’s got a heart like Dixie. 
Brown eyes that smile in the rain 
Patsy Cline would lose her mind. 
Johnny Cash would walk the line. 
Bocephus would tip his hat and C grin. 
If that ain’t country nothing is.

If That Aint Country

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Another occasion where Kris Bolin from The Bawl Slant has sent me across some music to mess about with.  It is always great having something like this to work with.  Go check out Kris' great grungy band The Bawl Slant here - https://soundcloud.com/bawl-slant

Music, instruments and backing vox - Kris Bolin
Lyrics and vocals - Marc Freak

RED MIST
Its the red!
I'm always learning but more rapidly I'm leaning
Suffering self inflicted internal bleeding
I only hope the red mist starts quickly disappearing
Can't bare the self-loathing and inner fearing

Who would guess we'd mess up in this way?
The angels falling
Guess its what we get when we have a say
The fools are calling
Pampered up and showered in champagne
Our morals scattered
Never realised we were quite this vain
We're bashed and battered

When towers fall and whole cities barely survive
This is just a momentary glimpse into my mind
Eradicating whole generations in acts barbaric and unkind
My inner searching is working hard on the goodness yet to find
There's one red mist after another and each one more unclear
There's protestors waving banners declaring the end of the world is near
I'm sitting having a giggling fit as I down a pint of beer
It doesn't matter what you say I'm determined I won't hear

There's a red mist hanging for too long
The world can see it
What the hell did we ever do so wrong?
I didn't agree to it
Where's the key to open up new doors?
Its old and rusted
Yesterday I woke from demon jaws
I'm glad I trusted

Take me to the pharmacy
These fascists sing in harmony
There all the same from what I can see
Is this really a diplomacy?
They march whilst chanting populist lines
That appeal to people of all kinds
The lies and hate are underlined
Beware the mines they left behind
They're working fast they upped a gear
They work on each and every fear
The voices shouting in my ear
Exploding forth from out their rear
An evil stench that leaves a stain
An ever growing cancerous pain
They're driving in the fastest lane
I fear for those of us that remain

I can barely see anything but blood and tears and guts
Its pissing down with rain on the people in mud huts
They are desperate in their search for boats to the land of ifs and buts
Its a crazy mind in a crazy world that seems to have gone nuts

What a mess for those of us that stand
But we're still smiling
A simple cross is enough to give a hand
Its age defining
Wave the flag and disperse the angry mist
My hope returning
Thank the lucky stars the lies all missed
Reputations burning

Its the red!

Red Mist (Marc Freak / Kris Bolin)

Kali: Journey

Visions of Our Origins

This set of SWWs was written in memory of a wonderful singer, teacher and friend, Diana Walkley. Here, significant reference is made to Elgar's Music Makers - a score of great insight, I now understand, into a lonely composer: a true 'dreamer of dreams'

SWW22.5

Here comes a shortened version of my brand new improvisation. This one is a bit serious, but I still hope that you like it. I played and recorded it today. Just pure piano performance. My improvisations are always "free", meaning that I play without any concept. The music is most spontaneous. Please enjoy and share! You can find the full version here, too. Unfortunately
Soundcloud limits recommendations to ten minutes playtime. Some of my improvisations are much longer and I am not willing to limit myself into any algorithm !!!! 

Improvisation_200825_Thinking Again_shortened

rocketeer (lovely piano)

Instant composer of whispered melodies - Authentic. Every song is written in a single breath — a musical memory, inspired by people and moments that crossed my path. Piano stories to breathe, heal, love, and reflect. Music is most beautiful when it’s shared. 🎹✨
Thank you for listening   - No AI --

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