Medicin Man

Medicine Man

Enjokya

Big thanks to The Bawl Slant for offering to remaster this song for me ! Feel free to check out his stuff (Punk, Grunge, Alternative Rock) https://soundcloud.com/bawl-slant

Feathers (Remastered by The Bawl Slant)

Flute Joke

Video https://youtu.be/jVjiFrxUXIg
Don't tell me that my soul can be saved
'Cos I am the one who's gonna walk myself into the grave
Lying on the inside, on the inside of you
Nothing is better than seeing you cry
Crying about the fact that I am so fucking high
I wanna be cold blooded
No longer breathing when my lungs are flooded
I wanna be your addiction
And there when you scream
This isn't a dream
I want to be cold blooded
No longer breathing when my lungs are flooded
Tortured in this chair until I'm talking toxic
Fall into the scene, this isn't a dream
Romance is dead
And forget your tomorrow
'Cos love is the new sorrow
Killing myself makes me feel so alive
Don't need you 
'Cos I've got my chemical wives
I don't need, cos I've sold my soul to dope! 
I wanna be cold blooded
No longer breathing when my lungs are flooded
I wanna be your addiction
And there when you scream
This isn't a dream
I want to be cold blooded
No longer breathing when my lungs are flooded
Tortured in this chair until I'm talking toxic
Fall into the scene, this isn't a dream

Cold Blood

Escaping Life; The Eulogy, pt.1

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/arc-en-ciel
Translation above.

Texte et voix : Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
Accompagnement musical : Myckaël Marcovic

Arc-en ciel
Si c'était à recommencer, je voudrais être ce gamin qui court et qui danse sur les galets de la plage en dessous du trottoir de la promenade des Anglais à Nice-Ville. Ce gamin qui descend sur le chemin de l'école, son cartable à la main et ses billes arc-en-ciel dans ses poches, prêt à en découdre avec ses petits camarades dans la cour de l'école où toutes leurs richesses, toutes ces billes qui sautent et tombent tout autour des arbres de la cour du temps jadis, avec l'ami Coco. 
Si c'était à recommencer, à pas comptés, je claquerais le même chemin sur les pavés de ce vieux Nice ranssousse et plein de bruits bizarres sur ce marché multicolore, revoir Mireille, sa socca d'amour bien pébraté bien poivrée, servie d'un bon rosé bien frais. 
Si c'était à recommencer je dirais à tous mes camarades auteurs et compositeurs et bien d’autres encore, que je repartirais de nouveau pour un grand tour. Et roule ma sono sur les pavés gris-¬bleu au hasard de quelques allées embuées par ces buveurs de pastagas, cigarillos au bec qui se donneraient pour un quignon de soleil et quelques roses rouges sur des lèvres carnin. 
Si c'était à recommencer, je chanterais pour des caveaux de familles pour ces vieilles cancanières de bénitier, pour ce petit garçon qui sonnait les cloches de l'église et pissait avec ses copains dans les bénitiers d'eau de pluie. 
Oui Madame, oui Monsieur, je suis un coquin du Diable qui court encore comme Hopper sur le sable de San Pedro. Ce Hopper qui cherche d'où vient le vent de pluie.  
Si c'était à recommencer, donnez-moi un micro pour chanter vos chansons et les miennes z'aussi. 
Il ne faudra jamais parler de nos secrets, de nos poèmes de cœur, de nos amours cachées, de nos espoirs ratés.
On avait du talent, on était magnifique. Alors, moi le petit Niçois, je ne regrette rien ! 

Rainbow

If I had to do it all over again, I'd want to be that kid running and dancing on the pebbles of the beach below the sidewalk of the Promenade des Anglais in Nice-Ville. That kid on his way to school, his schoolbag in his hand and his rainbow marbles in his pockets, ready to do battle with his little friends in the school playground, where all their riches, all those marbles jumping and falling all around the trees in the playground of yesteryear, with friend Coco. 
If I had to do it all over again, I'd walk the same old path over the cobblestones of old Nice, full of strange noises and multicolored markets, and see Mireille again, with her peppery socca d'amour, served with a nice chilled rosé. 
If I had to do it all over again, I'd tell all my fellow songwriters and composers, and many others besides, that I'd go on another grand tour. And roll my sound system over the grey-blue cobblestones as I wander down a few aisles fogged by pastaga-drinkers, cigarillos in their mouths, who'd give it all up for a quignon of sunshine and a few red roses on carninous lips. 
If I had to do it all over again, I'd be singing for family vaults, for those old stoup gossipers, for that little boy who rang church bells and pissed in the rainwater stoup with his pals.
If you had to do it all over again, give me a microphone to sing your songs and mine too. 
We'll never have to talk about our secrets, our heartfelt poems, our hidden loves, our failed hopes.
We were talented, we were magnificent. So I, the little boy from Nice, regret nothing!

Arc-en-ciel (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic)

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Despair [Work in Progress]

06 For Me, This Is Heaven

Brandon Chauncey is a multi-instrumentalist musical prodigy. Rising from Florida; he has drummed and sang backup vocals at many venues, with former band 'The Time Framed.' as well as other various acts around Florida.  He has opened for many large acts including but not limited to; Famous Last Words, Brian Head Welch from Korn, David Elefson from Megadeth, etc.

Escaping Life; The Eulogy, pt.1

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