"A Night in Tunisia" (D. Gillepsie)
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2021 Cenote Music

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A Night In Tunisia

Hey Man

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)

Mi Machismo feat El Macho

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

Vocals, Keyboards, Drum Programming - Will Montgomery
Guitar, Bass, Bkg Vocals - Spencer Broschard
Bkg Vocals - Julie Lavery

Written & Produced by Will Montgomery

Out of Step

A little something I made out of Twitter/X Conversations and a companion for Foul-Mouthed Parrot regarding the present situation in the UK.

Lyrics:

Not much could be any clearer
I'm surrounded by a bunch of retards
Because i'm in a house of mirrors

It's plain to anybody who reads
/bin/true is the Sun Tzu
Of POSIX commands
It does nothing and succeeds

Captain Kirk is suave and debonair
I was there the day he limped the curl in his hair
I'd follow him to hell and back
But i wish he'd just stop going there

Muad'Dib is a Fremen Reepicheep
A man once dug a legal hole too deep
By cloning a massive succulent sheep
He was unjustly levied massive fines
For transporting testicles across state lines

I applied to be the priestess's familiar
At the ketamine pentagram
Having been sumptuously prepared
I sallied forth and declared
I've gone for the gendarmerie madame

She invitingly said, come as you are
But be mindful that nobody likes reverse centaur

The hiring manager with necklace impearled 
Said lets get down to brass tacks
We need the kind of guy 
Who shows up uninvited to the underworld
And then complains to Hades about the lack of snacks

I told her that when I seriously reflect on
How irritating inconsistency can be
I measure out my net positive effect to 
About as useful as someone gold-plating a tree
She said you'll do fine, you'll soon-enough see

Assume spherical cows are rational actors
And a number of other simplifying factors

During these very odd days of potential strife 
I found myself questioning
Is a nut pick generally
A Southern grandma's swiss army knife
A Venn circle diagram of this phrase
Gets us into a weird area
As the coppers rode the tram to the site of the blaze
Perhaps it's all just a cultural hysteria

Middle-tier’s a mirage 
Luxury floats, the bottom scrapes, and the middle gets juiced
It does little good to ape Nigel Farage
More direct methods are needed when hell is loosed

The protesters' tract had on its cover
"Intellectual hipsterism for compulsive contrarians."
And our boys had begun to have read they discovered
Its contents were spastically argumentarian
And tended to passively malign
By preferring von Neumann to Einstein

A sign on the road said
This is the locus of paranoia
There's something uniquely evil about a gas pump that plays ads twenty-four-seven
The fellows who devised that aren't going to heaven
Their contraption felt about as cheerful as the Garroted Man by Goya

Every generation thinks they invented sex 
And utterly futile arbitrary political violence
A nasty looking crowd was rattling the fence
At the edge of the beastly infotainment complex

When all roads are crooked, none are
But these fellows in the middle of the street were taking it too far
Or as they say in England, Allahu Akbar
They were out this fine morning to protest
In support of the man who'd genetically engineered the best
Mutton from Brighton to Brest

I wanted to jump in and attack the throng
But being too early is the same as being wrong

By following the advice of my uniformed cute little bird
I directed to circle the wagons and shoot inward

She screechingly directed the troops 
But they fell short of breaching the barrier
Ask a woman their pronouns
If you don't like their fashion sense
They'll coldly try harder if not merrier

A struggling lunatic raved out clear
If you need some cringe shock therapy, I'm here for you bro
As the lieutenant drew herself up like a pro
Her assailant exclaimed
Where'd her tits go
She fired back Sir, you are in love with a brassiere.

We gradually defeated this truculent horde 
Only to subsequently find
Cassowaries on our left, kangaroos on our right
And the Angel of Death behind

Captain Planet he's our hero
Gonna take the TFR to zero
And after the few have undertaken to bury our bones
They'll finally speak truth about the Georgia Guidestones

My sense of humor, bleak though it be
Saw me through the stress of that misery
Comes meus fuit in illo miserrimo tempore

ŠeššEšrā

Or As They Say In England, Allahu Akbahr (عام سَعيد Version)

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Another trio, piano electric guitar and drums. Jammig, having fun. Enjoy!

Northern Lights with Tail

On The Farm

PHIL McWALTER (phil-mcwalter): LYRICS, VOCALS, STEEL GUITAR & ORGAN
ALFONSO LLORENTE: 6 & 12 STRING ACOUSTIC GUITARS, BASS & DRUMS

Given our great "flop producers experience", I invited Phil to do a collab together hoping we wouldn´t end up doing a new flop. And well, we have the feeling that we probably broke the rule in this occasion. We hope you´ll feel the same......

Shining Down

Don’t tell me what you want it to be
Because I heard it like it is
Angels shining down on me
Angels shining down on you
Don’t tell me what you want it to be
Because I heard it like it is
Angels shining down on me
Angels shining down on you

I don’t wanna play the way you play my friend

Don’t tell me what you want it to be
Because I heard it like it is
Angels shining down on me
Angels shining down on you

I don’t wanna play the way you play my friend (Don't tell me what you want it to be)

Angels 
Shining down
Angels

© Phil McWalter August 2017

Shining Down  (Phil McWalter & Alfonso Llorente Sardi)

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.

Shining Down (Phil McWalter & Alfonso Llorente Sardi)

ALFONSO LLORENTE SARDI