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Where Bathyal Became Twilight

After an extensive period of exploration, immersing myself in fresh styles, innovative textures, and cutting-edge instruments, I am thrilled to unveil my highly anticipated album that will redefine musical boundaries. 
Brace yourself for an unparalleled sonic journey filled with mesmerizing melodies, enchanting atmospheres, and an ingenious fusion of sounds !

Billions Of Years

Cerulean Change

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)

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/histoire-du-bonhomme-de-neige-qui-voulait-maigrir
Une de mes nombreuses histoires à fondre de plaisir, racontée par le très talentueux Moussa Lebkiri.
https://www.lebkiri.com/

HISTOIRE DU BONHOMME DE NEIGE QUI VOULAIT MAIGRIR
Par un beau soir d'hiver, un petit garçon se promenait tout seul en dehors de son village de montagne. En arrivant dans un pré, il entendit de petits sanglots. Il se demanda d'où cela pouvait venir. Comme il vit une haute et large silhouette au milieu du pré, il s'en approcha car c'était de là que venaient les sanglots. Arrivant près de la silhouette, il s'aperçut que c'était un bonhomme de neige, au moins deux fois plus grand que lui, qui pleurait.
— "Pourquoi pleures-tu comme ça ? demanda le petit garçon, un grand bonhomme de neige comme toi, ça ne pleure pas !
— Moi si, répondit le bonhomme de neige d'une petite voix mouillée. — Pourquoi pleures-tu ? redemanda le petit garçon.
— C'est à cause de ma taille. Chaque hiver c'est pareil : des enfants s'amusent en me faisant avec de la neige. Ils prennent beaucoup de neige, en font un gros tas, me mettent un vieux chapeau troué sur la tête, deux cailloux qui me font mal à la place 1des yeux, et une carotte même pas fraîche pour le nez, et ils trouvent ça beau. Mais moi, je me trouve gros et laid."
Et là-dessus, le bonhomme de se remettre à pleurer davantage.
— "Mais arrête de pleurer, lui dit l'enfant, tu vas finir par fondre !
— Fondre ? dit le bonhomme, mais c'est merveilleux ! C'est justement ce que je veux, perdre tous ces kilos qui me font ressembler à un éléphant ! Ouin ! Ouin !
— Attends ! dit l'enfant, si c'est maigrir que tu veux, je peux t'aider."
L'enfant se met à creuser un peu les hanches du bonhomme de neige.
— "Hi ! hi ! hi ! tu me chatouilles, dit le bonhomme en se trémoussant.
— Arrête de bouger, dit l'enfant. Si tu crois que c'est facile de te refaire une beauté... Là, comme ça, ça te plaît ?
— Non, je trouve que mes jambes sont encore trop grosses.
— Bon, attends."
Et l'enfant d'affiner les jambes comme un vrai sculpteur. — "Etlà?
— Ça va pour les jambes, mais regarde mes pieds, on dirait deux gros cochons en train de dormir !
— Comment les veux-tu ?
— Beaucoup plus fins, et bien dessinés."
Et l'enfant de s'appliquer encore pendant cinq bonnes minutes.
Tout à coup, alors qu'il avait presque terminé, il sentit le bonhomme vaciller doucement, puis basculer d'avant en arrière.
— "Attention ! cria l'enfant, tu vas tomber !"
Mais trop tard, le bonhomme tomba de tout son poids sur le petit enfant.
— "Eh ! relève-toi, cria l'enfant, tu me donnes froid dans le dos !
— Excuse-moi, répondit le bonhomme, mais je ne sais pas encore très bien marcher.
— Ce qu'il te faudrait, dit l'enfant en essayant de se dégager, c'est une bonne canne. Attends, je vais t'en chercher une."
Quelques instants plus tard, il revint avec une solide branche de bois mort, et la donna au bonhomme qui put enfin se relever.
— "Merci, dit le bonhomme, grâce à toi, je vais maintenant pouvoir voyager dans les montagnes qui sont si belles, surtout pendant l'hiver ! Au revoir ! Je ne t'oublierai jamais.
— Au revoir, répondit le petit garçon un peu triste de se séparer si vite de son nouvel ami, mais fais attention aux avalanches, tu risques de reprendre du poids !
— Ne t'inquiète pas, dit le bonhomme, j'ai bien vu comment tu as fait. Maintenant, je connais la recette. Merci pour tout, et adieu !"
Quelques jours plus tard, des hommes revinrent tout affolés au village. Ils disaient avoir vu l'abominable homme des neiges, un monstre de plus de deux mètres de hauteur, large comme une armoire à glace, et qu'il laissait des traces dans la neige tellement profondes qu'on pouvait s'y enfoncer jusqu'au genou. Le petit garçon souriait discrètement dans son coin, en pensant au bonheur de son ami qui marchait enfin libre et heureux dans ses belles montagnes.

Myckaël Marcovic, 1986.

Histoire du bonhomme de neige qui voulait maigrir (feat. Moussa Lebkiri)

this song was written about knowing there bad times coming and always feeling on edge 

m@tro- hell to pay

You'll never make a seamstress out of me.
Your clothes will have to suffer down the years.
I don't come free.
See, it's ragged on the borderline.
You never said what's yours is mine.
You will not make a seamstress out of me.

If I chose to go hunting, I'd succeed.
And bring home some wild animal, that's mostly made of meat.
Of course, there's always tooth and claw,
and I've never killed a thing before.
But if I chose to be hunting, I'd succeed.

If I were a spaceman, would you be waiting when I land?
And if I sailed off to some war, what's a ribbon for?

The fireside is warm and idly,
I watch you as you sit there and sing into fires deep.
A singer you will always be.
Your song to sing, a minor key.
A constant ever-changing melody. 

If I chose to go fishing, I'd succeed.
Although I know almost nothing about the dark ways of the sea.
I'm sure that I'd bring back a fish.
A fish for you to make your dish.
If I chose to go fishing, I'd succeed.

If I were a spaceman, would you be waiting when I land?
and I was due to hang, would you make a stand?

If I was a spaceman, there'd be a ticker tape parade,
but if it goes the other way, I hope you stay.



If I Were a Spaceman

Intro track to my upcoming album Drag Me To Church.

I've been doing a bit of a soft release with the album.. So if you like this one, let me know and I can send private links of the other tracks before they go public! 

v6

intro or w/e [draft]

"Shine" is a particularly personal solo piano piece for me. My goal was to stop time for a moment and let tranquility set in. The minimalistic composition and the careful playing are meant to calm down, decelerate and give new energy. Let yourself fall and enjoy the reverberation of your thoughts.

Petite Dances

Shine

Petite Dances - Shine

I Got You On My Mind

(This is dedicated to my Step-Dad and to his battle with dementia.  It’s a song about time, how things are constantly changing, and yet, when you look in the mirror, there you are, and yet the decay, the age, mistakes and wisdom, one can hope, at the end of the day, no matter what has been had, what has been lost, you will have at least one thing, even if just a hand full, of beautiful memories…of people, pain, loss, love, hope, and everything in between.  Yet, for some, the curse is to look in the mirror and have nothing, to have lost it all, that sense of fear, grief, and frustration..  my step dad lost everyone in the end.  There were only two people he recognized.  My Mom and I - a blessing I will always be grateful to have had).  He was a beautiful man and this song, in all the irony of the lyrics, is for him.  

Verse
Was a time, a time to play, time to pray
All that time, what a waste, what a pity, oh fool, shake my walls, blow me down.

Just a face, unaware, just another day.
Just a phase, all we had, it’s a crime
oh pity, oh fool, mind your head when you fall 

Chorus 
But oh, one thing keeps coming back
I got you on my mind

Verse
In the dark, in the back, what a way to live, you a dance I could never forget, oh pity oh fool, tell me who I see now so

Like a dream, but nightmares are dreams too, in my head, but my mind I stilI find you, oh pity, oh fool, take my hand lead me out 

Chorus
But oh, one thing keeps coming back
I got you on my mind

Not a game, never same, we all fade away, but these tricks, it’s so hard to find you, oh pity oh fool, seems all is lost now

In the end, through the tears and the madness, find a smile as you echo among us, oh pity of fool, are you here with me now.  

Chorus 
But oh, one thing keeps coming back
I got you on my mind

Personal Earthquakes

I've Got You On My Mind

I've Got You On My Mind (Ballad for Joe)

Symphony of chaos

Far Away

Siegfried Jünger's dark ambient composition, 'Confessions is an interesting and original work with unique atmosphere and mood tinged by Edgard Varèse's influence and resident Evil soundtrack. this dissonant soundtrack unveils shadows with the ambient music, halting piano punctuating the drone. A dark ambient scifi soundtrack but not without melody. Jünger weaves a tapestry that echoes the avant-garde spirit of Varèse. 'Confessions' is a dark, drone ambient soundtrack.

Confession by Siegfried Jünger [Cinematic dark ambient drone]

if only she knew

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Another little track I made for fun, entirely in a single piano library. 

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