The End of Winter

PTSD/Anxiety can wreck your spirit, try and find at least one thing to be thankful for each day

Fearnot

With the poem “Liberté” by Paul Eluard (1917-1952), recited by himself.
Inspired by the french silent film "L'inhumaine" (The unhuman woman, 1924). 
Other spoken words in french are screen text from that movie.

J'écris ton nom

YAYYYY COLLABORATION WITH DREAMING WHILE AWAKE !!! @dreamingwhileawakemusic:
       THESE ARE SO GREAT Y'ALL, SO DIFFERENT, IT'S FANTASTIC!!! 
   THANK Y'ALL FOR YOUR SUPPORT!
           & THANK YOU, ESPEN, SO MUCH FOR YOUR HARD WORK! DAMNNN!!! 

              I WISH FOR MUCH HAPPINESS
         AND PEACE FOR Y'ALL!!! XOXOXO!!!

KRAE- 'AIN'T ABOUT THE MONEY'  KENNA-RAE & DREAMING WHILE AWAKE

Darkness Into Twilight - Is a experimental Indie, Rock and alternative song written, Composed and produced by Chris Browne BrowneProject on Hat Man Can LTD Records all rights reserved. Download Via Bandcamp - https://browneproject.bandcamp.com/track/darkness-into-twilight

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Darkness Into Twilight

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)

Anywhere…nowhere…Skmt

Available on Spotify:  https://open.spotify.com/track/0ANydHOtjLVnwMvQ0JN87R?si=VqfYIp66T5aQatTaa35g2g

Gondwana

Back to the pop-punk here, with a sprinkling of ska..

LYRICS:

Fifty shades of denial
We'll never get to the final countdown
Sounds better on vinyl
Come on over to mine
I'll show you how..
How we do it here

We're gonna batten down for the hail
A hammer, plank and a nail'll fix it
We're boarding up our betrayal
You wanna hear a tall tale
I'll tell you how..
How we do it here

Ooh
How did you get here?
Ooh
It's how we do it here

We've had a lot of time to talk about the past
If I write another line it may well be my last
Oh, you led me through the forest
on a promise and a prayer
You told me close my eyes
and then you left me standing there

Ooh
How did you get here?
Ooh
It's how we do it here

Do It Here

Make it your own - Collab w/ IPG1

With tribal drums, distorted guitars, and chant-style vocals, it explores what we can do — and what we can’t. From invention to contradiction, from hope to pain, “CAN” is a primal scream and a poetic prayer.  concert halls, and legacy playlists. Ask your local Radio Station to add it to their playlists.

https://browneproject.com - official domain.
Individual with no fears or limits in music. Singer-songwriter of original Indie, Folk and Rock music. Chris started out as a Busker on the streets in 2008 and is currently on Hat Man Can LTD Records
Life is music - Chris Browne BrowneProject  - @hmcltdrecords