2econd Skin - Rain

If you like it - hear the next track 🎸💀 https://soundcloud.com/modvaegt/gods-eye-is-a-black-hole

We are not the only ones in the Univers. That’s for sure. With billions of billions of stars like our Sun with a lot of planets attached it’s arrogant to Think - we are the only ones. The One and only mankind… not. 
It is all about distance (or wormholes) RIP Einstein and Hawkins.

The intro is from the American Congress hearing in july 2023. Second comment is NASA telling the world - that they will investigate what is flying around above us.

Instrumental version without speak: https://soundcloud.com/modvaegt/simonszoo

Track from the Instrumental Rock Album 2023 from MODVÆGT:
No Music No Life: soundcloud.com/modvaegt/sets/nomusicnolife

If u like get more Groovy metal tracks Instrumental ;)
https://soundcloud.com/modvaegt/sets/groovymetal

V. 1.2
Released September 2023

We Are Not Alone

Monumental Times was inspired by my dear cat, Ziggy. Evolving from past mistakes, isolation from society, current crazy worldly affairs.

All songs written, arranged, produced, mixed, mastered: Daniel Lars 
All instruments: Daniel Lars

Monumental Times

Abstract World

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Di7PqtDYOaE
https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/le-souper-loup

Texte et musique : Myckaël Marcovic
Chant : Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Lyrics and music : Myckaêl Marcovic
Vocals : Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel

Translation above

UN SOUPER LOUPÉ

C’était une froide nuit d’hiver,
Un loup sortait de sa tanière,
Quand il vit trois petits cochons
Qui s’enfuirent vers leur maison.

Quand ils arrivent à leur chaumière,
Les cochons se barricadèrent
Le loup hurla, frappa, cogna
Mais à la fin, il s’essouffla.

Refrain :
Ouh ! ouh ! méchant loup
Même si tu aimes le jambon,
Ouh ! ouh ! méchant loup
Tu n’auras pas les p’tits cochons !

Puis soudain sur le toit, des pas.
Y a quelqu’un dans la cheminée
Qui dans la marmite tomba,
Et l’invité est prisonnier.

Les cochons se mettent à danser
En attendant le bon souper.
Pendant que l’invité cuisait,
Les petits cochons rigolaient.
(refrain)

En ouvrant enfin le couvercle
Quelques cadeaux flottaient sur l’eau
Et puis deux bottes, et le chapeau
Du Père-Noël qu’on vient de perdre !

Les pauvres rennes à la fenêtre
Se d’mandaient où était leur maître
Les p’tits cochons pleuraient aussi
C’est pas gentil, mais c’est ainsi !

Refrain :
Ouh ! ouh ! méchant loup
On n’fait plus partie des gens bons
Ouh ! ouh ! méchant loup
Ils vont nous traiter d’cornichons !

Depuis ce jour on ne voit plus
Que de faux Père-Noël partout.
Et ceux qui offrent des joujoux
Sont des remplaçants, bien entendu !
(dernier refrain) (bis)

Paroles et musique :
Myckaël Marcovic, 06/09/07

A MISSED DINNER

It was a cold winter's night,
A wolf was coming out of his den,
When he saw three little pigs
Who fled to their home.

When they arrived at their cottage,
The pigs barricaded themselves
The wolf howled, kicked and pounded
But in the end, he ran out of steam.

Refrain:
Ouh! ouh! bad wolf
Even if you like ham,
Ouh ! ouh ! bad wolf
You won't get the little pigs!

Then suddenly, on the roof, footsteps.
There's someone in the chimney
Who fell into the pot,
And the guest is a prisoner.

The pigs start dancing
Waiting for the right supper.
While the guest was cooking,
The little pigs laughed.
(refrain)

Opening the lid at last
A few presents floated on the water
And then two boots, and the hat
Of the Santa we just lost!

The poor reindeer at the window
Wondering where their master was
The little piggies cried too
It's not nice, but that's how it is!

Refrain :
Ouh! ouh! bad wolf
We're no longer good people
Ouh ! ouh ! bad wolf
They'll call us pickles!

Since that day we've seen
Fake Santa Claus everywhere.
And those who give toys
Are substitutes, of course!
(last chorus) (encore)

Lyrics and music :
Myckaël Marcovic, 06/09/07

Le souper loupé (feat. Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel)

Wandering through this dusty road
Tumbleweed rolls wild and free

Wandering through this dusty road
Tumbleweed rolls wild and free
The winds of fate, they guide our stride
To places where hearts can beat as one

Across the fields, across the sand
Tumbleweed rolls wild and free
It’s like a dance, we sway and spin
In every turn, we meet our fate

As tumbleweeds roll wild and free
They spread their seeds for all to see
In every turn, a chance to grow

From distant lands, we come to meet
Two wanderers on paths so fleet
Chance encounters shape our days
Like tumbleweeds in a boundless maze

As tumbleweeds roll wild and free
They spread their seeds for all to see
In every turn, a chance to grow

Rolling through the desert night
Stars above, our guiding light
The randomness that steers our feet
In life’s great dance, our souls repeat
(In life’s great dance, our souls repeat)

As tumbleweeds roll wild and free
They spread their seeds for all to see
In every turn, a chance to grow

As tumbleweeds roll wild and free
They spread their seeds for all to see
In every turn (Wandering)
A chance to grow (Through this dusty road)
In every turn (Wandering)
A chance to grow (Through this dusty road)
In every turn, a chance to grow

Tumbleweed

When you find that person...you go where they go. Or they go where you go hopefully. Stick with them.

NEVER GIVE UP ON SOMETHING THAT YOU CAN’T GO A DAY WITHOUT THINKING ABOUT. — Winston Churchill

Guitars: Clay Willis
Pedal Steel: Milo Deering
Drums: Josh Rodgers
Bass: Pete Miller
Vocal: Will Montgomery
Backup Vocals: Julie & Spencer Brochard
Engineering: Paul Osborn @ Audio Dallas
Written & Mixed by Will Montgomery

Demos 2024

Where You Go

Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/cada-vez-que-recuerdo-ver-texto

Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/cada-vez-que-recuerdoversion-original-ver-texto

Cada vez que recuerdo

Cada vez que recuerdo 
los momentos que pasé junto a ti 
me siento como un niño indefenso 
al que la vida no enseñó a ser feliz.  

Cada vez que me miro 
y me veo naufragando en tu mar 
sonrío, sin querer pero sonrío, 
pues es mejor sonreír que llorar.  

Estribillo  

Mis manos están vacías y frías 
y buscan tan sólo un poco de amor 
que pueda curar mis viejas heridas 
y desterrar para siempre el dolor.  

Mis manos aún recuerdan tu cuerpo 
y quieren palparlo lo mismo que ayer 
para derretir la capa de hielo 
que tu ausencia ha formado en su piel.

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Cada vez que la vida 
nos enfrenta, ya no veo en tu mirar 
aquella confianza en ti misma 
y me preocupo por si todo va mal.   

Cada vez irás viendo 
y juzgando con mayor claridad 
que nunca, si tu fin es el dinero, 
encontrarás plena felicidad.  

Estribillo
Every time I remember

Every time I remember
the moments I spent with you
I feel like a helpless child
who life did not teach to be happy.

Every time I look at myself
and see myself shipwrecked in your sea
I smile, without wanting to, but I smile,
because it is better to smile than to cry.

Chorus

My hands are empty and cold
and they only seek a little love
that can heal my old wounds
and banish the pain forever.

My hands still remember your body
and want to touch it the same as yesterday
to melt the layer of ice
that your absence has formed on its skin.

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Every time life
faces us, I no longer see in your gaze
that self-confidence
and I worry that everything goes wrong.

Each time you will see
and judge with greater clarity
than ever, if your goal is money,
you will find complete happiness.

Chorus

Cada vez que recuerdo

improvisation music for the acoustic bass guitar 

Open m

This is how I feel. As if I don't matter at all, just struggling to create meaning in a chilly, sad world. 

I Am Human Garbage Too

I sometimes miss when things were more simple

PAUL RACLE: BACKING TRACK (https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends)
ALFONSO LLORENTE: ACOUSTIC GUITAR, ELECTRIC GUITAR, STRINGS & PIANO

CIRCUIT(Paul Racle & Alfonso LLorente) (Collab)

Just another old one man band unsigned musician who sings and plays a little guitar, bass & drums and fools around on the piano; expert in writing songs that usually disappear with the wind, and in composing musical flops.  Folks say that I´m a composer, but I think they´re wrong: I just download the music I hear and feel in the atmosphere and give it back to the people. I don´t do a living from music; I ´m an attorney and horse breeder who gets noisy when I download the music I hear and feel.Thanks for checking out my page and listening the noise I´ve been doing for the past 50 and so years when I get musical.  I´m based in Bogotá, Colombia, and always open to do collabs.

CIRCUIT(Paul Racle & Alfonso LLorente) (Collab)

ALFONSO LLORENTE SARDI