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Realase 15.03.2022
Single :
Title : Ich liäbä Di Nacht
Artist : Karl Heinz – Heimgartner / Producer Karl Heimgartner 
Production : Philippines – Mix and Recording Home Studio
Dat: 14.03.2020
Karl Heinz – Heimgartner
A blues in Swiss dialect language. I love the night. How do you feel sitting like that at night. What do I hear, what do I see?

New Released September / 12 / 2025

Mixing: Christine Sampson : Mastering: Alessandro Giordano by MTM Mastering True Music Production/Es
Thank you for the cooperation, Freddie and Team MTM Mastering True Music Production.

Ich Liäbä Di Nacht

A neo classical composition for friends of piano, strings and choir. 

Photo by Julia Kuzenkov: https://www.pexels.com/photo/seagulls-flying-over-beach-1974657/

Veritas et Libertas

69.1. - Veritas et Libertas

https://open.spotify.com/track/3sPxoV77sDcv5hGa5sICsT?si=LUssuYP5TBOAta3BbgAluw&dd=1
Available also on Spotify! Check this crazy blend of electronic and guitar riffs!

Deep Time

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/jean-marc
Sur un texte de Christian Portet
(translation above)

JEAN-MARC
 

À toi, Jean-Marc, mon vieil ami
Du temps des amours d'écoliers
Emplies de rêves qu'on lit aussi
Auxquelles on s’est identifiés

À toi, Jean-Marc, mon cher copain
Du temps des amours devinées
Et qui épatent les anciens
Parce qu'on se les est inventées

À toi Jean-Marc mon camarade
Du temps des amours rigolades
Où le baiser est moquerie
Où la caresse est fourberie

Refrain :
À toi, Jean-Marc, mon cher Jean-Marc
Du temps béni des amours mortes
Quand t’es venu de la capitale
Pour n’aimer que des provinciales

À toi, Jean-Marc, mon vieux copain
Du temps des amours incertaines
Ou l’on rigole de tout de rien
On voit une fill’ on la fait sienne

À toi Jean-Marc dans cette classe
Quand l'amour semble dégueulasse
Parce qu’on n’ voit pas, qu’on ne sait pas
Qu’on croit qu' l'amour ne viendra pas

À toi, Jean-Marc, jeune écolier
Du temps des amours méritées
Parce que nous étions les premiers
Dans notre classe à en parler
(refrain)

Était-ce vrai, mon pote Jean-Marc,
Ces histoires insensées de femmes ?
Était-ce pour le souvenir
Ou pour les mots à ne pas dire ?

Était-ce vrai l'ami Jean-Marc
Tes fragiles amourettes de gosse
Tes tendres et doux baisers précoces
Ainsi que tes rancunes amères ?

Était-ce un gros bobard, Jean-Marc,
Que t'aurais connu avant moi
L'intimité du toi et moi
Ou était-ce une image de marque ?
(refrain)

Paroles de Christian Portet
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 14 décembre 2022

JEAN-MARC
 
To you, Jean-Marc, my old friend
From the time of schoolboy loves
Filled with dreams that we also read
With which we identified ourselves

To you, Jean-Marc, my dear friend
From the time of guessed loves
And that amaze the old ones
Because we invented them

To you, Jean-Marc, my comrade
From the time of funny loves
Where the kiss is mockery
Where the caress is deceit

Refrain :
To you, Jean-Marc, my dear Jean-Marc
Of the blessed time of dead loves
When you came from the capital
To love only provincials

To you, Jean-Marc, my old friend
From the time of uncertain loves
When we laugh about everything and nothing
You see a girl you make her your own

To you Jean-Marc in this class
When love seems disgusting
I'm not sure what to do, I'm not sure what to do
And you think love won't come

To you, Jean-Marc, young schoolboy
From the time of deserved love
Because we were the first ones
In our class to talk about it
(refrain)

Was it true, my friend Jean-Marc,
These senseless stories of women?
Was it for the memory
Or for the words not to say?

Was it true, my friend Jean-Marc
Your fragile love affairs as a child
Your tender and sweet early kisses
As well as your bitter resentments?

Was it a big lie, Jean-Marc,
That you would have known before me
The intimacy of you and me
Or was it a brand name?
(refrain)

Words by Christian Portet
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, December 14, 2022

Jean-Marc (Christian Portet / Myckaël Marcovic)

Safe At Home - Brian Butts / Combstead

ALFONSO LLORENTE: LYRICS & VOCALS; ACOUSTIC GUITAR, ELECTRIC GUITAR, BASS & DRUMS
TOBÍAS GONZALEZ: ORGAN & BRASS

SEPULTEMOS DICTADORES
No somos borregos fanáticos
Ni lobos hambrientos
No tenemos partidos
Nos aborrecen las ideologías

Los dictadores son basura
Solo escupen mentiras
Que ensucian la libertad
Y sepultan la colectividad

Defendemos la vida
Somos todos iguales
Lustramos la libertad
Para que sea nuestro norte

No reescribimos la historia
No acomodamos mentiras
No aceptamos mesías
Que fulminen la libertad

Porque nos segregamos
Nos odiamos sin conocernos
Nos enceguecemos y no vemos 
La porquería del falso mesías
Elegido con nuestra apatía
Haciéndose llamar el salvador
Haciéndose llamar el redentor
Haciéndose pasar por el borrego
Cuando es nuestro depredador

Los dictadores son basura
Solo escupen mentiras
Que ensucian la libertad
Y sepultan la colectividad

Son somos borregos fanáticos
Solo defendemos la vida
No tenemos ideologías
Solo lustramos la libertad

No aceptamos los falsos redentores
Que acribillan nuestra libertad

Sepultemos dictadores
Sepultemos dictadores
Sepultemos dictadores
Sepultemos dictadores!

SEPULTEMOS DICTADORES (Alfonso Llorente)

I was in a blue mood!
Robert Grigg - Guitar, Bass, Piano and Composition

All Kinda Blue

Lyrics:
[Part MOVED TO US"]
  The Day you moved to us
  Was the way - you found your trust - in us
  A bumblebee - with disability
  Born without wings - and so fragility

[Part "HOT DAY"]
  On that day it was so hot
  As i bent down to her - she's got - "my heart"
  There is no way - to survive in this heat
  As she crawled helpless - and alone on the street

[Part "FOUND AND TAKE WITH ME"]
  As she crawled onto my hands - so quickly
  I took her in the car - and  take her with me
  I guess i never understood - that the feelings she could give me 
  Would be as - great as her pain - she’s born so sickly 

[Part "FEEDING AND TRAINING"]
  I just put treacle on some sponges
  And drizzled with honey - she began - to lick with fondness
  I teach her how to climb up high - on a stem towards to the sky 
  Training to strengthen her legs - had commenced

[Part "CLIMB THE FLOWERS"]
  And you began to climb the stem
  Hoping that you will find them
  The blossoms of your dreams
  At least that's how it seems
  That she didn't forget - her native tongue - "i guess"

[Part "MEET THE BEES]
  Climb up to the blossom - at the top 
  I hope you find some sweet - nectar drops 
  The bees which fly with care - you will met up there 
  Tell them which pollen - are the best to gather here
 
[Part "FANCY MELODY"]
  Little bumble bee - without wings 
  Dance the sunlight melody - when she sings 
  The song 'bout redolance - and the joy of this life
  She's dances for us - so grateful to be alive 

[Part "CHOSEN FOR US"]
  When you stepped into our life 
  Was the point we realized 
  How precious it is - to found someone to trust
  You have carefully considered - and chosen for us

[Part "COMMUNICATE"]
  You was pretty god at knowing
  What you want to eat - with the flowers and blossoms
  She had a personality -trying communicate with me
  And i'd be like - "What are you try ing to tell me?"

[Part "MUSIC"]
  She likes nice music - i think
  Vibrations of our voices - when we sing 
  She would listen to that sound
  Whenever we're around
  It really - calmed her down 

[Part "THE EYES"]
  The bees flying their rounds - when she dance
  With the bittersweeting sound - of buzzing wings 
  Her pair of large - compound eyes
  Which covers - much of her surface
  Makes her smile - and let the world embrace


[PART [Happy Ending The Waggle Dance]
  'Come on, let's do the waggle dance
  Dance the figure eight and clap your hands
  Put your heads into the blossoms to taste the sweet honey
  Is much better than be lonesome without wasting any money

  Fly! little bee jump off on my knee
  I fly you through the galaxy
  Through the garden of lilys, roses and lavender
  I ride with you together from april 'til september

  Between and above there are three simple eyes
  Which are able to provide information of the light
  The lovely waggle dancing bumblebee 
  Crawls close to our hearts - in full intensity
  
  The wisdom she has gained has spent her time again
  Throw off your load of the day and do the waggledance again
  We're all will dance through the day and night 
  We're all are fight for the waggledance right
  
  Without any confession without any professsion 
  The bumblebee will teach us, the waggledance lesson
  Thirty days to live is a lot quite short
  But it's long enough for you and me to fell in love

  We don't need any wings we don't feel any shame
  We're all want to dance and we're all want the same
  We're all are equal - we're all feel the gain
  'Come on - let's do the waggle dance again
  
  Fin:
  And when she flies in her dreams - into the wide open sky
  The sun warms her body and she began to cry
  The scents are carried through the air and the heat
  All that we need,.. is the waggledance beat

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