I, I don't need a sign
To protest what you're doing
To protest what you're doing
Is that alright? I'm not your kind
Cause' I, I don't follow blind
The faith in what you're leading
The faith in what you're leading
It has died, crucified, oh...
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Enter nothingness, throw it all away
Face of emptiness, need some regime change
So complacent with all the thoughts you keep
In too deep with this self indulging way
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Hide from all your lies
It's bullshit what you're saying
It's bullshit what you're saying
in my eyes you're not right
Mirror your disguise, breaking glass today
All along this time, you've been in my way
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Enter nothingness, throw it all away
Face of emptiness, need some regime change
So complacent with all the thoughts you keep
In too deep with this self indulging way

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If VARISONIK wrote a sea shanty it would sound like this.....

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Translation above.
Texte et musique : Myckaël Marcovic
Voix : Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
André Gide disait "Que l'importance soit dans ton regard, non dans la chose regardée." Cette chanson en est une illustration à travers la pluie qu'on peut voir comme triste. À moins qu'on sache voir entre les gouttes...

				       À Leny

Quel temps fait-il entre les gouttes ?

Y a ceux qui voient toujours le verre
À moitié vide
À moitié plein
Y a ceux qui voient toujours l’hiver
Saison frigide
Saison de rien

Refrain :
Quel temps fait-il entre les gouttes,
Là où le ciel ne pleure pas ?
Moi, je me dis sans doute, sans doute,
Que la réponse dépend de toi…
Quel temps fait-il entre les gouttes,
Là où le ciel ne pleure pas ?
Moi, je me dis sans doute, sans doute,
Qu’un p’tit bonheur sa cache là.

Y a ceux qui voient toujours la Terre
Soit tout en blanc,
Soit tout en noir.
Y a ceux qui voient ceux qui espèrent
Vendeurs de vent,
Vendeurs d’espoirs.
(refrain)

Y a ceux qui croient que la misère
Se compte en banque,
Se compte en rien.
Y a ceux qui voient tout en colère
Cœur à la manque
Cœur tout éteint

 le 22 avril 2025

André Gide said, “Let the importance be in your gaze, not in the thing you gaze upon.” This song illustrates this through the rain, which can be seen as sad. Unless you know how to see between the raindrops...
	                                To Leny

What's the weather like between the raindrops?

There are those who always see the glass
Half empty
Half full
There are those who always see winter
A frigid season
A season of nothing

Chorus :
What's the weather like between the raindrops,
Where the sky doesn't cry?
I tell myself, no doubt, no doubt,
That the answer depends on you...
What's the weather like between the raindrops,
Where the sky doesn't cry?
I tell myself, no doubt, no doubt,
That a little happiness is hiding there.

There are those who always see the Earth
Either all white,
Or all black.
There are those who see those who hope
Sellers of wind,
Sellers of hope.
(chorus)

There are those who believe that misery
Is counted in the bank,
Is counted as nothing.
There are those who see everything with anger,
Heart missing,
Heart completely extinguished.

Lyrics and music : Myckaël Marcovic, April 22, 2025
Vocal : Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel

Quel temps fait-il entre les gouttes ?

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Time stands still in icy veins, and invisible paths extend across misty horizons. Dreams hide in reflective surfaces, while echoes are forged in the spaces between moments. Rivers flow back, pulses remember, and streams of light fracture and gather in silent patterns. A stillness pervades everything, folding memory and possibility into a silent expanse where meaning is felt rather than expressed.

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