Interesting track, the different sounds are trippy

Om Mani Padme Hum, Light Language 111hz

Bandcamp : https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/cqfd
Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/intl-fr/album/2EkxuH0BZ5y7rMVi2MGmIT?si=58o1yWdiQs22jmvyBgF6sA
Translation above

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



CQFD
(chanson à récapitulation)

Pourquoi faut travailler ?
C’est la faute au pêcher
Qui s’ prend pour un pommier !
Si y avait pas eu d’pommier / Y aurait pas eu d’serpent
Si y avait pas eu d’serpent / Y aurait pas eu d’péché
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

Mais pour tout démêler
Il suffit de penser
C’est la faute au verger !
Si y avait pas eu d’verger / Y aurait pas eu d’pommier
Si y avait pas eu d’pommier / Y aurait pas eu d’serpent
Si y avait pas eu d’serpent / Y aurait pas eu d’péché
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

Mais Dieu, incorruptible,
Dit : « c’est inadmissible,
C’est la faute à la Bible ! »
Si y avait pas eu de Bible / Y aurait pas eu d’verger
Si y avait pas eu d’verger / Y aurait pas eu d’pommier
Si y avait pas eu d’pommier / Y aurait pas eu d’serpent
Si y avait pas eu d’serpent / Y aurait pas eu d’péché
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

La Bible manuscrite
Sous l’encore qui s’agite
Dit : c’est la faute au scribe !
Si y avait pas eu de scribe / Y aurait pas eu de Bible
Si y avait pas eu de Bible / Y aurait pas eu d’verger
Si y avait pas eu d’verger / Y aurait pas eu d’pommier
Si y avait pas eu d’pommier / Y aurait pas eu d’serpent
Si y avait pas eu d’serpent / Y aurait pas eu d’péché
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

Mais l’encre sans crier
Maudit le parolier
Et sans un parolier
Y aurait pas eu d’chanson / Y aurait pas eu d’chanson (3 X)
Chanson qui tourne en rond / Chanson qui tourne en rond (2 X)
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

Myckaël Marcovic, le 14 mars 2024

CQFD = Ce Qu’il Fallait Démontrer = What had to be demonstrated

CQFD
(recap song)

Why do we have to work?
Blame it on the peach tree
Who thinks he's an apple tree!
If there hadn't been an apple tree / There wouldn't have been a snake
If there hadn't been a snake / There'd be no sin
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

But to untangle it all
Just think
It's the orchard's fault!
If there hadn't been an orchard / There wouldn't have been an apple tree
If there'd been no apple tree / There'd have been no snake
If there hadn't been a snake / There'd be no sin
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

But God, incorruptible,
Says: "It's inadmissible,
It's the Bible's fault!"
If there had been no Bible / There wouldn't have been an orchard
If there'd been no orchard / There'd have been no apple tree
If there'd been no apple tree / There'd have been no snake
If there hadn't been a snake / There'd be no sin
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

The handwritten Bible
Under the agitated still
Says: it's the scribe's fault!
If there had been no scribe / There would have been no Bible
If there'd been no Bible / There'd have been no orchard
If there'd been no orchard / There'd have been no apple tree
If there'd been no apple tree / There'd have been no snake
If there hadn't been a snake / There'd be no sin
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

But ink without shouting
Curses the lyricist
And without a lyricist
There wouldn't have been a song / There wouldn't have been a song (3 X)
A song that goes round and round / Song that goes round and round (2 X)
CQ CQ CQFD CQFD

Myckaël Marcovic, March 14, 2024

CQFD = Ce Qu'il Fallait Démontrer = What had to be demonstrated

CQFD

The Mist twists over the water,
in this riverbed grave.
Way back down the river,
where the repentant were saved.

No horses will drink here, 
they just lay down to die.
the chapel on the riverbed,
just a shimmer in their eye.

The wind blows through the desert,
with the earth at my side.
Red waste beneath me, 
dark clouds in the sky.

I look back down to the river,
watch you drown in the tide.
The chapel on the riverbed,
with the lost souls inside.

Wishing I could be back on my own
I could lay down and die.
Falling through space,
1000 times faster than light.
Stripping the meat from their bones,
where they lie.
Wishing that I could be
back in my own.

Riverbed Grave

Sometimes, life feels like being a dune in the desert—scorching hot and bitterly cold all in the same day, and as fleeting as the wind. But even the desert is full of life.

Dune

Temple of Art

Parallel life, passing by unknown path. Forever shaken.
The parallel life, facets of shade all taken. 
Fragments of past, emotion condition taken.
The only one of me consisting the path of red and velvet.
The wheel. The possession.
Never look back to yourself.
One side surrender.
Domine, breathe, surrender.
Give me back my youth. Surrender.
Give me back my youth. Surrender.
In my heart, broken chain. Surrender.
In my heart, broken chain. Surrender.
Serving on and breathe. Surrender. 
Give me back my youth.
Temple of Art. Temple of Art. 
Temple of Art devouring ecstasy.
Temple of Art, the perfect symphony. 
Devouring ecstasy.
Perfect symphony. Elixir of Fantasy.
Breathe my skin. Burn with me.
Breathe with me in ecstasy.
My temple of Art.
Compulsions falling apart. 
Compulsions falling apart. 
My temple of Art. Myself, my temple of Art.
Breathe my skin. Burn with me.
Breathe with me, my temple of Art.
Breathe with me. Save with me.
Breathe with me, my temple of Art.

Temple of Art

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Canine Coquetry, instrumental mix*

A song dedicated to goddess Skadi, 5 am improv trying to make a song to appease the frost goddess, pleading her to be gentle on the frost this year because some of our loved ones are out there in the open and they might need some help to get trough the coldest nights of the year.
This still needs some polishing but I am happy with the concept and can’t wait to have more time so I can do a remake of this… 
Cheers you all and thanks for taking the time to listen, let me know what you think.

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Loosely jamming vocals are framed by by cello drones, House rythms and little snippets of ear candy, mainly from House inspired sources as well.

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River of Life

Sin wears my perfume,

Verse 1
There’s lipstick left on your alibi,
Sweet lies dripping like a lullaby.
You say confession, but your hands still shake,
Baby, heaven don’t forgive mistakes.

Pre-Chorus
I walk away, but I linger in the room,
Every sin you love still wears my perfume.

Chorus
Sin wears my perfume, on your skin tonight,
You chase redemption, but it won’t bite.
Every kiss you crave, it’s the same old tune,
’Cause sin, baby, sin wears my perfume.

Verse 2
Ash in the glass where the whiskey burned,
You preach salvation, but you never learn.
You kneel for mercy, but you can’t disguise,
That you want the devil when you see my eyes.

Pre-Chorus
I haunt your sheets, I haunt your truth,
Every sin you hide still smells like proof.

Chorus
Sin wears my perfume, on your skin tonight,
You chase redemption, but it won’t bite.
Every kiss you crave, it’s the same old tune,
’Cause sin, baby, sin wears my perfume.

Bridge
I don’t fade, I don’t wash away,
I stay on your soul like the price you pay.
Call it lust, call it doom,
Either way, it smells like my perfume.

Final Chorus
Sin wears my perfume, your halo’s gone,
You beg for heaven, but you beg me wrong.
Every prayer you make just blooms too soon,
’Cause sin, baby, sin wears my perfume.

Outro (smoky whisper)
Sin… wears my perfume.

Sin Wears My Perfume

made for someone in particular.... you know who you are.

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Being musician and artist "since ages", the last two decades and all the developments in digital music broadened my interests and activities in doing music actively and passively. Not being shy of any genre (OK, leave off some Punk and Extreme Metal derivates) I engage in composing, arranging, mixing and collaborating. 

Oh, and I do all my artwork and designs as well. And as you may notice I regard AI as a friendly helper.

Have a few looks & listens into my repertoire and eventually gain some insights. I'm always open for collabs if the the interests match ...

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