Remaster by John Hardman of One Day In Time by Beats Working.
Rock song written, arranged & produced by JH. Original version on their Electroman album.
Guitar & vocals - John

(c)(p) Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories.

Electroman

One Day In Time

One Day In Time - Beats Working - Remaster 2022

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/la-mar-e-est-en-noir
Translation above

À propos du naufrage en 1978 de l'AMOCO Cadiz près de Portsall, en Bretagne. Survenu après ceux du Torrey Canyon (mars 1967), l’Olympic Bravery (janvier 1976), le Boehlen (octobre 1976)

Texte de (lyrics by) Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre-Loussot
Musique et voix : Myckaël Marcovic
Music and vocals : Myckaël Marcovic

La marée est en noir

La mer cinglait à corps et à cris
Sous un ciel chargé de gribouillis
Toutes les mouettes et les cormorans
Semblaient noyés dans le mauvais temps.

Un pétrolier gouvernail cassé
Impossible de le remorquer
Un rocher éventra ses cloisons
La cargaison largua son poison.

Refrain :
La marée est en noir
Ça coule, ça pue, ça poisse
Bouquet de noce qui ancre sa crasse

Portsall, port digne de ton blason
Ce jour-là, tu portais bien ton nom.
Sombre terminal par accident.
Tombeau des mouettes et des cormorans.

Vomi de marée qui s’amarre
le soleil couchait dans un sang noir.
Une armada de cirés bretons
Ont relevé manches et mentons

(Refrain)

Breizh partageait les larmes de fiel
Des éboueurs peinant sur leur pelle.
Qui serraient les dents se rappelant
Déjà trois marées noires en dix ans  

Malgré les linceuls de cet or noir
Qui se sont gravés dans les mémoires
Les marchés de la consommation
Vont de déraisons en déraisons

(Refrain)

Paroles de Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre et Myckaël Marcovic, 
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 05 juillet 2024

Based on a magnificent text by Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre-Loussot on the 1978 sinking of the AMOCO Cadiz near Portsall, Brittany. This followed the sinking of the Torrey Canyon (March 1967), the Olympic Bravery (January 1976) and the Boehlen (October 1976).

The tide is in black

The sea was screaming its head off
Under a doodle-laden sky
All the seagulls and cormorants
Seemed drowned in the bad weather.

A tanker with a broken rudder
Impossible to tow
A rock ripped open its bulkheads
The cargo dropped its poison.

Refrain :
The tide is black
It sinks, it stinks, it poisons
A wedding bouquet that anchors its grime

Portsall, port worthy of your coat of arms
that day, you lived up to your name.
Dark terminal by accident.
Grave of seagulls and cormorants.

Mooring tidal vomit
the sun set in black blood.
an armada of Breton oilskins
rolled up sleeves and chins

(Refrain)

Breizh shared the tears of gall
Of garbage men toiling on their shovels.
Who gritted their teeth remembering
Three black tides in ten years  

Despite the shrouds of this black gold
etched in our memories
Consumer markets
From folly to folly

(Refrain)

Words by Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre and Myckaël Marcovic, 
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, July 05, 2024

La marée est en noir (Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre-Loussot / Myckaël Marcovic)

LYRICS (Lennon/McCartney)

Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Ah, look at all the lonely people.

Eleanor Rigby,
Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been.
Lives in a dream.
Waits at the window.
Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door.
Who is it for?

All the lonely people.
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people.
Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie,
Writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear.
No one comes near.
Look at him working.
Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there.
What does he care?

All the lonely people.
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people.
Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people.
Ah, look at all the lonely people.

Eleanor Rigby,
Died in the church and was buried along with her name.
Nobody came.
Father McKenzie,
Wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave.
No one was saved.

All the lonely people. (ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people. (ah, look at all the lonely people)
Where do they all belong?

Eleanor Rigby [The Beatles Cover]

Para escuchar la versión a capela  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/nadie-es-perfecto-ac
Para escuchar la canción preparada para cantar https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/nadie-es-perfecto-ver-texto
Para escuchar la versión original https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/nadie-es-perfecto-version-original-ver-texto

Nadie es perfecto

Eran las cuatro de la mañana                                     
cuando medio en sueños algo oyó
en silencio fue a la ventana
y en la calle a nadie encontró.

Pero en la puerta vio a su hermano
con toda la angustia a flor de piel
le anunció con pena y desgarro
“madre muere y te quiere ver”.

En un momento duda qué hacer
pero enseguida se decide
pues piensa que si hoy existe
es gracias a quien va a fallecer.

Piensa también que son treinta años
desde la última vez que la vio
pues cuando sólo era un muchacho
las herencias ya los separó.	

Cuando se acerca hacia su casa
se detiene y mira hacia atrás
no se cree aún lo que pasa
viendo años de felicidad.

En lo más hondo de sus entrañas
siente rabia y ganas de llorar
y algo en su interior que le arrastra
casi en contra de su voluntad.

Cuando  penetra en la habitación
busca su cara en el lecho
y con la emoción en su pecho
le dice “hola, madre, soy yo”

Cuando la ve coger su mano
esforzándose por sonreír
siente que todo está acabando
pero se alegra al verla feliz.

Al ver su rostro moribundo
que lucha en un mar de sollozos
desprecia esta bárbaro mundo
de envidias, rencores y odios.

“Tranquilo hijo: nadie, nadie es perfecto
y todos nos equivocamos”
es la última voz de sus labios
quedándose mirando al cielo.

Nobody is perfect

It was four in the morning
when half in a dream he heard something
in silence he went to the window
and on the street he found no one.

But at the door he saw his brother
with all his anguish on the surface
he announced to him with pain and heartbreak
"mother dies and wants to see you."

For a moment he doubts what to do
but immediately makes up his mind
because he thinks that if she exists today
it is thanks to the one who is going to die.

He also thinks that it has been thirty years
since the last time he saw her
because when he was only a boy
the inheritances had already separated them.

When he approaches his house
he stops and looks back
he still can't believe what is happening
seeing years of happiness.

Deep inside him
he feels rage and wants to cry
and something inside him that drags him
almost against his will.

When he enters the room
he looks for her face in the bed
and with emotion in his chest
he says to her “hello, mother, it's me”

When he sees her take his hand
trying to smile
he feels that everything is ending
but he is happy to see her happy.

When he sees her dying face
struggling in a sea of ​​sobs
he despises this barbaric world
of envy, resentment and hatred.

“Calm down, son: nobody, nobody is perfect
and we all make mistakes”
is the last voice from his lips
as he stares at the sky.

Nadie es perfecto

Country Rock, Rockabilly, Rock and Roll, Country, Bluegrass, Folk, Singer-Songwriter… I’m not sure what it is, but I had a lot of fun recording it!

How great it would be if I had someone who could mix it correctly. In fact, I have a dozen songs like this one if there are any producers out there who want to bring me into their studio and do an album.


A Place Called Home - John Albert 

I gotta go, no I never stay
For very long in one place
I hit the road trying to make my escape
I’ve been this way since my young days

I’m never sure if it’s the right time to go but 
I get this feeling, and then I know

A box of things and a bag full of clothes, but it’s always the same I just can’t find a place called home 

I can never find a place called home


Top speed, I make my getaway
Never need to be too long in one place 
Miles pass and days seem to fade
Townes fly by but the road doesn’t change 

I’m never sure about where I’m gonna go and I get this feeling, I’ll never know

Pick up my strings and the words that I wrote, but it’s always the same, I just can’t find a place called home 

I can never find a place called home


Another day on the Highway 
Heading somewhere, that I’ll never stay 
No time to think about the life that I made
I’ll only stop on my last day

I’m never sure if it’s the right time to go but 
I get this feeling, that’s alI I know

The double lines mark the miles that I drove, but it’s always the same, I just can’t find a place called home
 
I can never find a place called home

A Place Called Home - John Albert

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Eleven Golden Ducks

Vocal : Magdalena Meisel, Jacek Przydryga
Music : Magdalena Meisel, Jacek Przydryga, Marcel Różanka, Jarosław Toifl
Lyrics : Krzysztof Wartak
Producer/publisher : Krzysztof Wartak, Malovana

Inspiration: Eleven Golden Ducks – The song Eleven Golden Ducks refers to the gold rush that attracted people to places like Colorado Springs in the 19th century, in order to get rich quick. The lyrics of the song refer to this historical event, but in a metaphorical way, the social connection to material success. The symbolism of the "golden ducks" to the illusion of wealth, the so-called fool's gold, an illusory value, one of many chases, only one from sight of what is really important. The pursuit of gold continues, but for the girl, "fool's gold" has no value. She wants something more from the rich sly, than just material wealth, searching for the "golden spirit", which is meaning and external connection. The number eleven in the lyrics, symbolizes the angelic location of the connection of souls - the "golden soul", which symbolizes unity and spiritual wholeness, as well as love and bonding between people. The golden duck in relation to cricket, refers to the term "golden duck", which is used in this sport. In cricket, the "golden duck" is used when a batsman (striker) is bowled out in his first over, which is very unlucky in the first instance of a ground ball. The "golden duck" is a symbol of failure and that game, resulting in an effect or outcome.

In the context of the song, the reference to the "golden duck" symbolizes access to a quick source or success that ends in failure. A girl doesn't want to have a guy and his one, golden card in a financial institution with one footnote.

In reality, it is about finding intangible values, spirituality, authentic relationships and peace of heart and soul, instead of blindly pursuing illusory wealth.


Lyrics :

Golden soul…eleven
Golden spirit, golden soul

I will give you all the gold in the world,
Gold cards in every institution,
Got accounts in eleven banks, unfurled.
Tempted by prohibition, no ilusion.

The stone glare blinded people
That’s what you want, you’re a fool
Yes, yes you have to go to school
When Colorado Springs woke up
You’re thinking ‘bout the map
Yo’ll achieve gold, don’t give up
You’re thinking ‘bout the map
Yo’ll achieve gold, don’t give up

Prostitution holds no sway
All the gold, just for you
For you, I’ll give it all away
Everything I have and more too

It’s a rush, golden ducks
Golden cash, golden fool, golden crash
Stop this heartless madness in me
Ducks can’t fly to heaven
We believe in love of souls
Te golden soul
We believe in love of souls
Te golden soul eleven

It’s still going on the gold rush
Fool’s gold is not for me,
(not for you) come on!
Give me golden cash
Let me have a golden spirit

It’s still going on the gold ruuuush
Fool’s gold is not for me, (not for you) come on, oh
Give me golden cash, please
Let me have a golden heartbeat, heartbeat
Made eleven golden ducks
Why are they worthless
I don’t know what is wrong with me (ELEVEN)
The gold rush is still going on, Can’t you see? Eleven golden ducks
Eleven golden ducks Golden ducks
Golden ducks

It’s still going on the gold rush
Fool’s gold is not for me, come on
Give me golden cash
Let me have a golden spirit

It’s still going on the gold rush
Fool’s gold is not for me, come on
Give me golden cash
Let me have a golden spirit
Golden soul………..
Uuuuuuuu……
Golden spirit

Estrado

ELEVEN GOLDEN DUCKS

Eleven Golden Ducks

I was feeling the crazy fast tempo of life and needed a little chill. I hope you enjoy 💯👊🏾🫵🏾 

Fantasy

🎥YouTube Video here (..just a short video, but you're gonna love it and it might even bring a tear to your eye!): https://youtu.be/aWfBUk7HiWg
Streaming platforms: https://ffm.to/all-dogs-go-to-heaven
For all dog lovers and animal lovers in general, here’s something that might touch your heart. ❤️‍🔥
Check out the short video linked above. 👆 We’ve included some dogs we personally loved and who are no longer with us, brought back to life through AI, a bit of CGI, and some heavenly lighting effects! 🥹
This is a song that contrasts the purity and loyalty of dogs, who effortlessly ascend to heaven, with the struggles of humans burdened by sin and regret, left to seek redemption on Earth.
As always, enjoy the listen, and thanks in advance to everyone who supports us! 🫶
See you next time - which, spoiler alert, will be a sort of anthem to celebrate our first year here on SoundCloud, telling the story of the band! 😉
Released on major streaming platforms on April 12, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

Heaven is free for every dog  
But not for humankind  

You keep asking yourself  
What went wrong with your life  
And why you're gonna stay down here  
If all dogs go to heaven  

They run through golden fields above  
While you stand here, alone and lost  
Their souls are pure, their hearts are free  
But yours is bound to misery  

All dogs go to heaven  
But you don't  
All dogs go to heaven  
With their soul  
You're not being sent  
To that heaven  
You're gonna stay  
Here on Earth 

You search for answers in the sky  
But heaven never calls your name  
You thought you'd rise, you swore you'd fly  
But you're still trapped inside the flame  

They cross the gates without a sound  
No chains to hold, no sins to count  
You scream, you beg, but there's no way  
You're left behind, you have to stay  

All dogs go to heaven  
But you don't  
All dogs go to heaven  
With their soul  
You're not being sent  
To that heaven  
You're gonna stay  
Here on Earth  

You prayed, you cried, you swore you'd change  
But no one's listening, it's still the same  
They run through fields, so free, so bright  
While you just fade into the night  

All dogs go to heaven  
But you don't  
All dogs go to heaven  
With their soul  
You're not being sent  
To that heaven  
You're gonna stay  
Here on Earth  

All dogs go to heaven  
But not mankind  
All dogs go to heaven  
They got soul  
You, human being, will stay right here  
You're gonna stay  
Here on Earth

All Dogs Go To Heaven

Music Video

🎵 Title: Music of Silence
🎼 Composer: Michael Herter

🕒 Duration: 03:18
🐢 Tempo: Slow
🎻 Genre: Minimalist / Solo Piano / Ambient
🎧 Mood: Reflective, Calm, Poetic, Meditative
🎬 Video: 

📝 Description
“Music of Silence” is a minimalist solo piano piece that lives in the space between sounds. It evokes the feeling of watching clouds drift or still water softly shimmering under a pale sky.

Each note is allowed to breathe. Each silence speaks.

This composition is designed not to fill the room, but to open it up.

Its subtle dynamics and introspective character make it ideal for moments of reflection, deep focus, intimate storytelling, or cinematic calm.
Perfect for projects seeking emotional authenticity and elegant minimalism.

🎼 Key: Es-Dur | Time Signature: 4/4 | Tempo: Varies

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Music of Silence

Turned around and did it again. more upbeat track. Thanks for listening, and I hope you enjoy 🤩🙌🏾💯👊🏾🫵🏾

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