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I left a manual many of you know and love
but I guess some of the wording wasn’t clear enough
I said slavery is fine but worship only me
you heard the opposite and do the contrary

Then worry about your soul’s salvation
You think I’m good just cause I outsourced damnation
my sense of humor’s rarely understood–
you covet as you breathe and covet means you’re screwed
(now damn it like you should!)

Don’t hesitate to write or call
I’ll get back to you promptly as in not at all
and if you wax dismayed at my arrogance & privilege
remember: I made you in my image

The tiny horrors you confess
they don’t impress or even hold a candle to mine
(I make up the rules and I always win)
your filicides waffle 
and even your genocides have laughable limits
and here I thought I made you in my image...

My own son came down to contradict me
but we made quick work of him didn’t we now?
I felt proud but remorse is making you slower
should I sink you like Lot, Job and Abraham
or float you one like Noah?

I said it’s fine to rape and kill
so long as you don’t eat eel
though targeting a non-believer tribe’s of course ideal
for I am nothing if not a jealous dude
explains why you’ve never felt especially moral or astute
mmm, doesn’t it? (indeed it does!)

Don’t hesitate to chant & pray
I’ll get back to you soon after your bismuth decays
and if you’re stunned by my executive privilege
remember: I made you in my image

The tiny horrors you commit
don’t bat my lid nor butter my toast 
nor tickle my ghost
They don’t simmer my roast and they don’t peel my kiwi
just about what I’d expect from someone in my image, 
image, my image! (His image)

In my self-same image (yay, verily!)
I take offense every time you think you suck
You gotta wonder why I made you in my image...
Was it just to make a buck?
Was it a mistake that kinda stuck?
Or was it sheer omni-im-potent luck?

Fear, rage, confusion–
all hatchlings of your lineage.
I made you in my image

Or did you make me in your image?

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ArmiA - Bi Tardid.mp3

Longing Tomorrow

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio
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Lyrics:

Lost little angel, you have left your heavenly host,
Oh little angel, perched upon your lonely post,
My little angel with your silver glow, all dusted by the snow.
Lost little angel, wonder how you came to be
The lovely crown that’s on the top of my Christmas tree?
Oh little angel please relate your tale, upon your goodness I will prevail.

You tell me that you have a heavenly assignment,
Lonely though it may appear to be.
Years ago you sowed the seeds of what turned into,
A wonderful eventuality.

Lost little angel you were part of a holy choir
Creating music that would set the suns on fire,
But on a blessed night you lost your way, 
While pursuing a star’s bright display.
You followed it until it led you to a place,
Where Endless God was finding birth in the human race,
The holy host had sought and found you there, 
And they joined in jubilation and prayer.

From that time forward you earned a special mission,
All the other angels did agree,
At Christmastime you would appear among the humans,
To help a lost and lonely one like me.

Lost little angel, guess you’re right where you should be,
Giving me guidance from the top of my Christmas tree,
Oh little angel you’re not lost at all, your serenity says it all.

Halle…  Halle… Hallelujah!

Lost Little Angel

(Move over
Is there enough
Can't get enough

Take cover
The world is tough
You brave enough)

Sunset dreams
People
They go chasing about

Blue and green
They screen
But won't take a step now

Make believe
Daydream
Who's gonna take the bait now

Sunset dreams
Take over
Can't get enough

Go on
Go on
Go reach out for the unicorn

Come on
Come on
Make rainbows now

(Sunset dreams
They feel so bittersweet)


Single (C) 2023
Music - Chris Matthews and Sreyashi Mukherjee
Lyrics and Vocals - Sumi (Sreyashi Mukherjee)
Instruments, Arrangement and Mixing - Chris Matthews

Sunset Dreams (with Chris Matthews)

Staring At The Ceiling ,Live from your Moms garage

Translation above

Sur un texte joliment brodé de Jacqueline Blériot http://www.bleriot.net/Jacqueline_Bleriot.html qui m'a fait l'honneur de faire partie de ses compositeurs.

Les innocentines

Elles ont l’air sage
Sous leur corsage
Elles ont des tresses
Vont à la messe
Et à confesse
Elles se dandinent
Elles minaudent
Elles se trémoussent
Font des frimousses
Vous encoquinent
Les innocentines

Elles vous frôlent
Elles vous engeôlent
Vous sautent au cou
Montent sur vos genoux
Vous accrochent-cœur
Puis vous crêvent-cœur
Elles vous friponnent
Vous enjuponnent
Vous attendrissent
Font des caprices
Vous rapetissent
Vous lilliputent
Vous belzébuthent
Se font mutines
Les innocentines

Elles vous engluent
Vous sécotinent
Elles vous sang-suent
Puis elles vous tuent
Vous ressuscitent
Et vous excitent
Font des colères
Vous exaspèrent
Vous mettent à terre
Puis vous piétinent
Les innocentines

Et puis un jour…

Elles se transforment
Et leur corsage
Change de forme
Finies les tresses
Adieu la messe
Plus de ballerines
Du haut de leur
Talons aiguille
Elles vous séduisent
Vous hypnotisent
Elles vous attisent
Elles vous hantent
Elles vous vampent
Vous vampirisent
Elles vous allument
Et vous enfument
Elles vous enflamment
Sûr, elles sont devenues
Des femmes

Paroles de Jacqueline Blériot
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic,
18 novembre 2023

Innocent girls

They look wise
Under their blouses
They have braids
Go to mass
And at confession
They waddle
They simper
They wiggle
They'll make you
They've got you in stitches
Innocent girls

They graze you
They enrage you
Jump on your neck
They climb on your lap
Cling to your heart
Then pancake your heart
They tease you
They flirt with you
Soften you
Do whims
Shrink you
They lilliputent you
Make you beelzebub
They're mutinous
Innocent girls

They engulf you
They secotinate you
They blood-suck you
Then they kill you
Resurrect you
And excite you
Make you angry
Exasperate you
Knock you down
Then trample you
Innocent girls

And then one day...

They transform
And their bodice
Change shape
No more braids
Farewell to mass
No more ballerinas
From the top of their
stiletto heels
They seduce you
They hypnotize you
They arouse you
They haunt you
They vamp you
Vampirize you
They light you up
And smoke you
They ignite you
Sure, they've become
women

Words by Jacqueline Blériot
Music by Myckaël Marcovic,
November 18, 2023

Les innocentines (Jacqueline Blériot / Myckaël Marcovic)

Without You

Many thanks to Michael Dellman for his patience on this track so happy he reached out to me from the other side of this world and ask me to write lyrics to his music.

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