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midnight in mercury

The Vampire Waltz

https://youtu.be/VUJ5nkfEp5Q?si=dIxNNWD_GSTG8yPA

Our Father

Quoth me a figure for the mountain of beans, that I think I might need to be done.
How much can I need just to set myself free and to let myself breathe? Can't be wrong?
Buy me a pot for my river of dreams, to contain all my schemes, when I'm gone.
I'll buy up the lot and consume it or not. What is mine? Was it yours all along?

Oh, give me a home where the antelope roam, gyre and gimble, and play.
Where a strong melody catches on to the breeze, 
stays in their ears for the rest of their days.

Tell me your medicine, tell me your cure, and I'll show you a ball with a chain.
Just to be rid of want, ain't about the piquant, it's the smile that you give to the rain.
You kids think you're clever rebellious things when you're smoking up, brewing up, reins.
See, you're playing the game. 
It's the "others" refrain,  just so easy to deal with insane.

Oh , give me the win, let the antelope sing, gyre and gimble, and play.
Let my sure melody, catch the rythym and breeze, echo for eternity, with no fade.

A pile of grey plastic to soothe any blisters that can not be seen on the soul.
A selfie, acquaintance, a work friend, repentance, a tenner, reluctance, the dole.
A shiny new TV that links to the world with a series of infinite taps.
A pricey new  never-up-ending appliance to really put you on the map.

Oh, show me the road, where the antelope cope, gyre and gimble, and play.
Let my melody sing as my spark glows within...

A bill paying, consuming, full-fledged member, an eagle eyed user of woods.
The good boys club isn't accepting new members, I think that you misunderstood.
A shiny gold cloak that masks up your existence will just fall away in the end.
A doctor, a seamstress, a lover, a mistress, a cleaner, a banker, a friend.

Oh, give me a home where the antelope roam, gyre and gimble, and play.
Where a strong melody catches on to the breeze, stays in their ears for the rest of their days.



The Consumer

Vocals, Guitar, Bass and Keys By Robert Grigg.
Video here!
https://youtu.be/Ic9Z4Z9H7eU?si=i3855kishBiSMFWO

Bad Girl

Translation above

Sur un texte de la délicieuse et espiègle Jacqueline Blériot. http://www.bleriot.net/Jacqueline_Bleriot.html
Musique et voix de Myckaël Marcovic

Il m’a tout pris

Il est entré comme ça chez moi
On aurait dit qu’il était chez lui
Il portait un vieux costum’ gris
Et il avait des cheveux gras
Comme il n’avait pas prévenu
J’ai pas eu l’ temps de me maquiller
De tout’s façons, si j’avais su
Je n’ me serais mêm’ pas coiffée

Refrain :
Il m’a tout pris
J’ai rien compris
Il m’a tout pris
Tout tout tout
Il m’a tout pris
J’ai rien compris
Il m’a tout pris
Mais j’ai rien dit

Il a voulu fair’ l’inventaire
Alors je me suis déshabillée
C’est là qu’il a eu plutôt l’air
Légèr’ment déstabilisé
Et puis sans avoir l’air gêné
Il a fait l’ tour du propriétaire
Et moi, je lui ai tout montré
Il a fait une moue vulgaire
Ça m’a vexée
(refrain)

Il m’a j’tée sur le canapé
Moi, j’ai pensé qu’il allait me prendre
Mais il m’a dit de la fermer
Et il a voulu voir ma chambre
Je lui ai montré le chemin
Il prenait des notes sur un cal’pin
Puis il m’a enfin regardée
Et m’a dit de me rhabiller

Parlé :
Il m’a tout pris
Sauf mon lit, une table et une chaise
Alors c’est là que j’ai compris
Qu’un huissier c’est pas sur un lit
Ni même sur une chaise
Qu’il vous biaise !

Refrain :
Il m’a tout pris
J’ai rien compris
Il m’a tout pris, 
Tout, tout, tout
Il m’a tout pris
N’a rien laissé (bis)
Sauf ma liberté de penser

Texte : Jacqueline Blériot
Musique : Myckaël Marcovic, 13 juin 2023

With text by the delightfully mischievous Jacqueline Blériot. http://www.bleriot.net/Jacqueline_Bleriot.html
Music and vocals : Myckaël Marcovic

He took everything from me

He came into my house like that
He looked like he was home
He wore an old gray suit
And he had greasy hair
Since he hadn't warned me
I didn't have time to put on makeup
Anyway, if I'd known
I wouldn't even have done my hair

Chorus :
He took everything from me
I don't get it
He took everything from me
Everything, everything, everything
Il m'a tout pris
I understood nothing
He took everything from me
But I said nothing

He wanted to do the inventory
So I took off all my clothes
That's when he looked a bit
Slightly unsettled
And then without looking embarrassed
He took a look around
And I showed him everything
He made a vulgar pout
That offended me
(refrain)

He threw me on the couch
I thought he was going to take me
But he told me to shut up
And he wanted to see my room
I showed him the way
He took notes on a cal'pin
Then he finally looked at me
And told me to get dressed

Spoke:
He took everything
Except my bed, a table and a chair
And that's when I realized
A bailiff doesn't sit on a bed
Or even a chair
He'll screw you!

Chorus :
He took everything from me
I understood nothing
He's taken everything from me, 
Everything, everything, everything
Il m'a tout pris
Left me nothing (bis)
Sauf ma liberté de penser

Text: Jacqueline Blériot
Music: Myckaël Marcovic, June 13, 2023

Il m'a tout pris (Jacqueline Blériot / Myckaël Marcovic)

Lioness

Hearts made of Paper and Whiskey

Peace Through Suffering

Peace Through Suffering  [COtu + Belial Pelegrim]

This album is dedicated to my wife, who through a twist of fate crossed my path and saved me from despair.  She gave me hope when all was lost and taught me how to love again. Showed me that Love is not Compromise. True love amplifies. This album is a letter from the heart created for her.

Spark in the Storm

Singularity  - Self Discovery

inspired by film, video games, and the internet, i craft sounds that take you on a journey ✨🚀

an interplanetary adventure | 3.14 👨🏾‍🚀

inquiries: adotmidi@gmail.com

midnight in mercury

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