This playlist contains my singer-songwriter songs. These are mainly Folk songs with acoustic instruments.

My Folk Songs - Singer/Songwriter

2025, September

I listen to a lot of music every day. This playlist collects the songs I love most.

10/10

A guitar fresco, featuring the incomparable Catherine Ringer of Les Rita Mitsouko on vocals.

Live fast, die young...
Suzy was wild and beautiful — fearless, untamed.
She must be dancing somewhere in the angels’ hideout,
on the shards of Eden,
to the sound of electric guitars...

It was through her grace that I was signed by Dave Stewart of Eurythmics,
in the very heart of the eighties.

Suzy — if you ever moved in rock circles, you met her once,
and you probably dreamed of falling under her spell.
“She’s a devil in the sky!”

But in this piece, Suzy is above all an allegory of Rock’n’Roll —
that saving music of my teenage years,
the one I first discovered at twelve,
during the legendary “school trip to England” of the seventies —
right in the glitter-rock explosion: Bowie, Bolan, Slade, Gary Glitter...

And yes, I’m still in love with her —
even more now that Catherine, the Fairy of Lilas, has come to embody her,
with that rough, magical voice...

SUZY (Guitars Version)

Stare up at the summer sky
Counting all the clouds that pass me by
So I whistle up a tune to while away
Everything’s so perfect here today

And all in all what a perfect day it is
how life all changes with a simple little kiss
can't believe it could turn out as it is
so take me home

Slowly taking in the view
While everybody turns to look at you
so I close by eyes and tune in to that sound
waiting for your footsteps on the ground

And all in all what a perfect day it is
how life all changes with a simple little kiss
can't believe it could turn out as it is
so take me home

For here we are on this extraordinary day
it's all around us, so little left to say
and everybody seems to smile and turn your way
Ooooo

And all in all what a perfect day it is
how life all changes with a simple little kiss
can't believe it could turn out as it is
so take me home

Stare up at the summer sky
Counting all the clouds that pass me by
And I whistle up a tune to while away
everything's so perfect here today

Extraordinary Day

Bandcamp : https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/les-couleurs-de-lamour
Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/album/2T2cZcI3DFjqWvmO7rHdHp?si=lcoTPDQ5QvKTMcAimlRQRg
Translation above

Texte, musique et voix : Myckaël Marcovic
Lyrics, music and vocals : Myckaël Marcovic

Les couleurs de l’amour

De quelle couleur est ton amour ?
Par quel détour est-il menteur ?
S’il est trop blanc
C’est un enfant
S’il est trop vert
C’est qu’il espère
S’il n’est que bleu
C’est pour les yeux
S’il est trop gris
Il n’est qu’esprit
S’il est trop noir
Y a plus d’espoir

Refrain :
Moi, je préfère le rouge
Parce que le rouge, ça tache
Tout comme mon cœur s’attache
Bien plus qu’un arbre à sa souche

De quelle couleur est ton amour ?
Par quel détour est-il menteur ?
Trop incolore
Il s’évapore
Trop éclatant
C’est aveuglant
Trop bigarré
Faut l’éviter
En demi-teinte
L’amour s’éreinte
Et trop brûlé
Faut l’enterrer
(refrain)

De quelle couleur est ton amour ?
Par quel secours est-il sauveur ?
Couleur câlin
J’aime ses mains
Couleur bougeoir
Dans ton regard
Couleur confiance
C’est l’évidence
Couvert d’honneurs
C’est le bonheur
S’il dure toujours
C’est bien trop court
(refrain)

Myckaël Marcovic, 25 mai 2021

The colors of love

What color is your love?
How is it deceitful?
If it's too white
It's a child
If it's too green
It means he hopes
If it's only blue
It's for the eyes
If it's too gray
It's only spirit
If it's too black
Y a plus d'espoir

Chorus :
Me, I prefer red
Because red stains
Just like my heart
Much more than a tree to its stump

What color is your love?
How is it deceitful?
Too colorless
It evaporates
Too bright
It's blinding
Too variegated
Avoid it
In half-tone
Love burns out
And too burnt
You have to bury it
(chorus)

What color is your love?
By what help is it saviour?
Cuddly color
I love his hands
Candlestick color
In your eyes
The color of trust
It's obvious
Covered in honors
It's happiness
If it lasts forever
It's far too short
(chorus)

Myckaël Marcovic, May 25, 2021

Les couleurs de l'amour

Lyrics 

I walk away but I look right back 
How can I not when you look like that?

Looking at your back and I’m staring looking at your hair. Trying to remember everything before I blink 

There’s this thing about you, 
Can’t quite put my finger on it and I don’t think I would like to

Cause it’s you, 
it’s all of you, 
cause it’s you 
it’s all of you, 

I’m quiet. Your shy. 
We’re so scared of each other and I don’t know why
I never met someone that’s so damn kind. 
And I don’t want to call you mine, 
because I don’t deserve something this nice.

There’s this thing about you, 
Can’t quite put my finger on it and I don’t think I would like to

Cause it’s you, 
it’s all of you, 
cause it’s you 
it’s all of you, 

There’s this thing about you, 
Can’t quite put my finger on it and I don’t think I would like to

Cause it’s you 
I love of all of you 
Cause it’s you
I love all of you

All of you

A song depicting the ups & downs of a person with memory loss. Paper rainbows have memories of loved ones written on them to help remember forgotten experiences. Dedicated with love to my Mother Linda.

Memories on Paper Rainbows

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O teu olhar no retrovisor
Me fez pensar como seria se eu pudesse
Voltar atrás
Por você

Pra primeira vez
Que eu te vi me olhar
Me faz pensar como seria se eu pudesse reviver
Tudo com você

O som da tua voz doce
Que preenche o carro
O cheiro do teu cabelo
Que o vento espalha
Quando a janela se abre

Sentir e se deixar levar
Você me disse que era o jeito certo
Na beira do mar

Mas eu não te encontrei por aí
Pra te deixar partir assim

Sentir e se deixar levar
Me atiro em ti como nas ondas do mar
Sentir e se deixar levar
Me atiro em ti como nas ondas do mar

Eu já não sei porque te esperei sob as estrelas
Se você nunca disse que viria
Como esperei por tanta coisa
Uma esperança vazia
O sol já vai se por
Tenho que viver o dia
O sol já vai se por
Tenho que viver o dia

Sentir e se deixar levar
Me atiro em ti como nas ondas do mar
Sentir e se deixar levar
Me atiro em ti como nas ondas do mar

O teu olhar no retrovisor
Me fez pensar como seria se eu pudesse
Voltar atrás
Por você

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Your gaze in the rearview mirror
Made me wonder how it’d be if I could
Go back
For you

To the first time
I saw you look at me
It makes me wonder how it’d be if I could relive
Everything with you

The sound of your sweet voice
That fills the car
The scent of your hair
That the wind spreads
When the window opens

To feel and let go
You told me it was the right way
By the sea

But I didn’t find you there
To let you leave like this

To feel and let go
I throw myself into you like the waves of the sea
To feel and let go
I throw myself into you like the waves of the sea

I don’t even know why I waited for you under the stars
You never said you’d come
Like I waited for so many things
An empty hope
The sun is about to set
I have to live the day
The sun is about to set
I have to live the day

To feel and let go
I throw myself into you like the waves of the sea
To feel and let go
I throw myself into you like the waves of the sea

Your gaze in the rearview mirror
Made me wonder how it’d be if I could
Go back
For you

No retrovisor

Cover art: Letícia Torii

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A flor que nasceu na calçada
A flor que nasceu na calçada

Hoje eu deitei do outro lado da minha cama
Eu vi a minha vida de outra direção
Todo aquele espaço vazio

O problema não é não se encontrar
O problema é deixar de procurar

Te amar não faz sentido
Assim como o som do vento
O cheiro da chuva
E todo aquele espaço vazio
Todo aquele espaço vazio

Te amar não faz sentido
Assim como as cores do céu
Ao pôr do sol
E a flor que nasceu na calçada
A flor que nasceu na calçada

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The flower that bloomed on the sidewalk
Today I lay on the other side of my bed
I saw my life from a different angle
All that empty space
The problem isn’t not finding yourself
The problem is giving up the search
Loving you makes no sense
Just like the sound of the wind
The scent of rain
And all that empty space
All that empty space
Loving you makes no sense
Just like the colors of the sky
At sunset
And the flower that bloomed on the sidewalk
The flower that bloomed on the sidewalk
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A flor que nasceu na calçada

Onde está teu sol, teu calor
Deixa ele brilhar
Teu amor faz desabrochar
O que há de bom

Deixa a luz entrar
Na tua vida
E o amor ao teu redor
Te guiar

Ouve o mundo lá fora, amor
É o som da vida
Deixa a dor pra lá
Vem comigo dançar

Não precisa esquecer
O que te fez chorar
É só amar
O que vale a pena

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Where is your sun, your warmth
Let it shine
Your love makes bloom
What is good

Let the light come in
Into your life
And the love around you
Guide you

Listen to the world outside, my love
It’s the sound of life
Leave the pain behind
Come dance with me

No need to forget
What makes you cry
Just love
What’s worth it

Teu sol

I'm very honored by Stefan Kraft's  lovely orchestration of my piano piece. Thank you so much, Stefan!   Listen to more of his musical gems @stefankraft_music.

Waiting At My Window / Stefan Kraft & Debra Buesking

Like many others, my family tree has countless branches. One of the largest branches stretches across the Atlantic to the Parry family in Wales. I had the privilege of knowing my great-grandfather, William Parry, who studied law, worked in  Washington D.C., and made many trips to Wales throughout his life.

William’s father, Edward Parry, was born in 1842 in a small stone house in Mold, near Flint, North Wales. According to my grandmother's notes, Edward worked in a coal mine and a chemical plant before taking a job on a small freighter that sailed between Liverpool and Dublin. His time on that freighter must have sparked a desire to travel, because at 26, he arrived in North America on St. Patrick's Day, 1868. He was the only one in his immediate family to do so and quickly established a new life and new home.

Of course, I never met Edward Parry, but I've come to know him through my grandmother's notes, along with a few photos and a couple of books he purchased as a young man.  From the items he left behind, I know that he loved music and poetry, was a hard worker, and raised three kind children who made the world a better place. This composition is inspired by his life and the family I have yet to meet who still live in Wales.

From Wales

The dilemma lies in this: if sustainable modes of thinking and living can ultimately be overrun by destructive ones, can they truly be called sustainable? Perhaps they were merely appealing notions—unrealized promises, fragile dreams, and hopeful ideals—that endured only until the everloving fuck of greed and the thirst for power turned their gaze upon them. (This is not a quote, I just wrote this to be the description of this track.)

Music for bananas - Overrun

Recorded in 2021. remastered.  I have to have a new way to play the piano. My sister and my son are doing that. They are working out a way to bring the piano to my hospital bed. I can no longer sit up, even in my powerchair. It's too uncomfortable and hard to breathe. I don't have functioning back or abdominal muscles, and I can't lift my head off my chest unless In laying back. Only my arms and hands are semi-functioning. My thumbs are going bad. I can't pull a zipper. I won't be able to play as well and I don't know how I'll work the sustain pedal - but I'll do my best! 😊🎶🎹🎶

Light at The End of The Darkness

Sinto falta do teu calor
Sinto falta do teu olhar
De fazer parte do teu lar
De ver você sonhar
Sinto falta da tua paz
Ao final de um dia bom

Sinto falta de não saber
O que as pessoas têm de mal
Quando penso em falar de você
Não sei nem por onde começar
Quando penso no teu amor
Quando penso no teu olhar

Sinto falta de te ver sorrir
Até de coisas sem valor
Te ver brincar até o sol se pôr
Na areia da beira do mar

Ver você dormindo no sofá
Pés sujos de tanto brincar

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I miss your warmth
I miss your gaze
Being a part of your home
Watching you dream
I miss your peace
At the end of a good day

I miss not knowing
What's wrong with people
When I think about talking about you
I don't even know where to start
When I think about your love
When I think about your gaze

I miss seeing you smile
Even at worthless things
Watching you play until the sun sets
On the sand by the seashore

Seeing you asleep on the sofa
Feet dirty from so much playing

Ao final de um dia bom

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Não é que eu sinta falta de você
Mas sinto falta do que você representa
O novo, o desconhecido, o imprevisível
A possibilidade, a expectativa

A beleza pura da ideia que não foi
Jamais tocada pela vida

Não é que eu sinta falta de você
É que no fundo eu sinto falta de mim mesmo
Não é que eu sinta falta de você
É que no fundo eu sinto falta de mim mesmo

O passado não é uma fotografia
É o que a gente reconstrói do que já foi um dia
O passado não é uma fotografia
É o que a gente reconstrói do que já foi um dia

Quando ainda haviam várias coisas que eu podia ser
Ainda distinguia entre eu e a fantasia
Que visto todo dia

Quando coisas maravilhosas eram espontâneas e não obrigação
Como amor, felicidade, esperança
Carinho e atenção

O futuro era uma avenida
Não um beco sem saída
Você achava que despertar seria luz e euforia
Encontrou silêncio e escuridão

O futuro não é uma fotografia
É o que a gente destrói e reconstrói a cada dia
O futuro não é uma fotografia
É o que a gente destrói e reconstrói a cada dia

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It’s not that I miss you
But I miss what you represent
The new, the unknown, the unpredictable
The possibility, the anticipation

The pure beauty of the idea that never was
Never touched by life

It’s not that I miss you
Deep down, I miss myself
It’s not that I miss you
Deep down, I miss myself

The past isn’t a photograph
It’s what we rebuild from what once was
The past isn’t a photograph
It’s what we rebuild from what once was

Back when there were still so many things I could be
When I could still tell myself apart from the fantasy
I wear every day

When wonderful things were spontaneous, not obligations
Like love, happiness, hope
Affection and attention

The future was an open avenue
Not a dead-end alley
You thought waking up would be light and euphoria
You found silence and darkness

The future isn’t a photograph
It’s what we destroy and rebuild every day
The future isn’t a photograph
It’s what we destroy and rebuild every day

Ao final de um dia bom

André Torii