It's Mine

Maanantai

I have created this track 5 years ago with GarageBand on my iPad. I was at that time massively impressed, what could be achieved with this small device. So no guitars this time, but instead some vocals and very many synths 😀

Fehlalarm Dance Version

The 9th EP of "past is the verse"

-Spotify
https://open.spotify.com/album/273KoY8npsRDlTEDEIHVGV

-Apple Music
https://music.apple.com/us/album/1588759016

-Amazon Music
https://music.amazon.co.jp/albums/B09HR8TC9M

Hurting

Spotify

Amandote en Silencio🌹(STEFY AND DELAFLOR)

Translation above.

Chanson écrite dans le cadre des ateliers d'écriture de Claude Lemesle. Thème : écrit sur une feuille d'automne.

Ces cris

L’été s’essoufflait
À tomber dans les pommes
Devant ce vent d’automne
Qui glaçait
Oh ! ces cris, ces cris…

Le vent dénudait
Les branches d’un platane
Quand les feuilles se fanent
À regret
Et ces cris, ces cris…

Sur le sol tremblait
L’âme de l’une d’elle
Qui, pourtant encor’ belle
M’appelait
Encore ces cris…

Je m’agenouillai
La posai sur ma paume
Ainsi que sur un trône
Bien douillet
Toujours ces cris…

Ses nervur’s traçaient
Des lign’s de vie diaphanes
Qui, sans appel, condamnent
Le portrait
Mais ces cris, ces cris ?

Lucide, ell’ criait
C’était des cris d’automne
Craquants, qui se dérobent
À jamais
Plus de cris, de cris…

Mais elle laissait
Écrit en filigrane
Dans ma main qui se fane
Son portrait

Myckaël Marcovic, le 15 octobre 2021

Song written during Claude Lemesle's writing workshops. Theme: written on an autumn leaf.

These cries

The summer was running out of steam
To fall in the apples
In front of this autumn wind
Which froze
Oh! these cries, these cries...

The wind was stripping
The branches of a plane tree
When the leaves fade
With regret
And these cries, these cries...

On the ground trembled
The soul of one of her
Who, yet still beautiful
Called me
Still those cries...

I knelt down
Put her in my palm
As if on a throne
Nice and cozy
Still those cries...

Her veins traced
Diaphanous lines of life
Which, without appeal, condemn
The portrait
But these cries, these cries?

Lucid, she shouted
They were cries of autumn
Cracking, which are evading
For ever
No more cries, cries...

But she left
Written in watermark
In my fading hand
Her portrait

Myckaël Marcovic, October 15, 2021

Ces cris

Let me just start by saying Happy Halloween to all of you celebrating 
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This imagining turned into such a fun piece thanks to Hurtful Junez instrumentation (Bass, Guitar, Synth and Percussion), sound effects, mix and master. I just thought it up and he ran with it as usual!!! I just wrote the original idea, put together a sparse demo with keyboard (piano and xylophone sounds), vocal of course. The rest is all The Junez. Make sure to support his work. https://soundcloud.com/user-170387368

I thought this up after someone unwanted started to creep around me again and again. I will not be hiding in silence and that is my advice to anyone who has someone around them trying to cause a little fright in them. Do not fear. This is your reminder. You know who they are. These creeps creeping. Stay aware. Know their patterns and contact the proper authorities. You're never alone :)

I see you creeping 
creeping creeping
A little too close
For comfort
Lurking leeching
It's not gonna stop me
Just a little fright
I can handle it
Not scared
Of you 
Tonight

I See You Creeping - Mandy Alicia and Hurtful Junez

Starfreeze

What if you were asleep? And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed? And what if, in your dream, you went up to the sky and picked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, after waking up, you held the flower in your hand? Ah, what then?

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772 - 1834), English poet and literary critic

Picture found on:
https://www.kunstnet.de/werk/328492-wenn-die-nacht-kommt
Artist: "Mariola"

Was, wenn du schliefest? Und was, wenn du, in deinem Schlafe, träumtest? Und was, wenn du in deinem Traume, zum Himmel stiegest und dort eine seltsame und wunderschöne Blume pflücktest? Und was, wenn du, nachdem du erwachtest, die Blume in deiner Hand hieltest? Ah, was dann?

Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772 - 1834), englischer Lyriker und Literaturkritiker

An Untold Dream

A classical arrangement with horn, string, and drum with a few other instruments thrown in!

A Selfless Act of Humility

A Selfless Act Of Humility

Bubbles

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