Caroline

Racine

Racine!(improdemo)

Verse 1: 
He-Man, ET, my folks are still married  
Big wheel, Atari, pixie sticks, and sorry  
Transformers, GI Joe, Cheez whiz, and Oreos  
Divorce, MTV, and then there was Nintendo

Chorus Verse 1 
I don’t know where I’m gonna, what I’m gonna do, or how I’m gonna get there  
I don’t feel the same as I used to 
I don’t know much of anything but someday I’m gonna die.

Verse 2 
First car, first beers, first bliss, and first tears  
Tara, Heather, Melanie  
Kristen, Jen, and Stephanie  
Girls, girls, girls, man, you know I never had a clue  
Loved some, dumped some, they broke my heart a ton son

Chorus Remainder 
I don’t know why they all go  
The one thing that I know is, someday I’m gonna die.

Verse 3 
Joe Joe from Kokomo, Amal, Shirley, Grandma Vi  
Grandpap was an OG, stormed the beach in Normandy  
They all meant the world to me, more than just a memory  
It never gets easy man to say Goodbye to family.

Chorus Remainder 
I don’t know where they all go  
The one thing that I know is, someday I’m gonna die.

Bridge Part 1 
Is this all a dream 
Is it more than it seems  
I don’t feel the same as I used to and Ohhhhhh  

Bridge Part 2 
I don’t know where I’m gonna, what I’m gonna do, or how I’m gonna get there  
The line just shifts, birth to dust, we all say goodbye until nothing matters anymore  
I find life so strange, it’s just a taste, but the juice is worth squeezing, and everything’s change 
No, I don’t much of anything, but I know that I’m gonna die.

Verse 4 
Gray hair, wife and kids, I can say that I’ve lived 
Old man, last in line, running hard and feeling fine 
Work and sleep, still a dream, coming round and back to me 
Paid my taxes for the dirt to leave a legacy

Chorus Remainder 
I don’t know where it all goes  
The one thing that I know is, someday I’m gonna die. X3

Death And Taxes

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A story-telling folk song about the English Civil War. Legend has it Oliver Cromwell sold his soul to the devil the night before the Battle of Worcester. He won the battle and the war, turning England into a republic for the first and only time, then died seven years to the day later - allegedly the term of his pact with the devil. But a "witness" claimed to have seen him arguing with the devil for twenty-one years, not seven. That's the detail that interests me. I grew up and went to my first school on the site of the battle of Worcester... and on the edge of the wood where Cromwell met the devil (allegedly).

Words, music and all instruments (guitar and various percussion) by me.

21 Summers

Translation above

Sur un texte fort et malheureusement toujours d'actualité de Jean-Claude Manceau

On a strong and unfortunately still topical text by Jean-Claude Manceau

Souvenez-vous !

Souvenez-vous !
Des autos chargées de matelas
Dans le ciel, la ronde des Stukas.
Dix millions de Français en déroute 
Fourbus, bombardés sur les routes.
Souvenez-vous !

« Des vélos, des tandems, des brouettes
Les odeurs de ferme des charrettes,
Paysannes, chapelet en main »*
Sans savoir ce que sera demain.
Souvenez-vous !

Des marcheurs, maisons sur le dos.
Dix sous pour un simple verre d’eau,
La quête épuisante pour manger
Trouver du lait pour les bébés.
Souvenez-vous !

Des chats, des chiens abandonnés 
Ces bêtes, errantes affamées,
Et une petit fille en pleurs,
Ces vaches meuglant de douleur.
Souvenez-vous !

Un convoi de cyclistes
Tant de morts sur la piste,
Des guimbardes calcinées,
Des corps dans les fossés.
Souvenez-vous !

« La France marchait,
La France boitait. » *
Sombre période.
C’était l’exode.

Alors, bonnes gens,
Les migrants…

Paroles de Jean-Claude Manceau, éd. Parole et poésie, 2020
*d’après « Le peuple du désastre » d’Henri Amouroux, éd. Robert Laffont, 1976
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 02 mars 2023

Remember!

Remember!
Cars loaded with mattresses
In the sky, the circle of Stukas.
Ten million French people in disarray
Exhausted, bombed on the roads.
Remember!

“Bicycles, tandems, wheelbarrows
The farm smells of the carts,
Peasant women, rosary in hand”*
Without knowing what will be tomorrow.
Remember!

Walkers, houses on the back.
Ten sous for a simple glass of water,
The exhausting quest to eat
Find milk for babies.
Remember!

Abandoned cats, dogs
These beasts, wandering hungry,
And a crying little girl,
Those cows mooing in pain.
Remember!

A convoy of cyclists
So many deaths on the track,
charred jew's harps,
Bodies in the ditches.
Remember!

“France marched,
France was limping. » *
Dark period.
It was exodus.

So, good people,
Migrants...

Words by Jean-Claude Manceau, ed. Parole et poésie, 2020
*from “Le peuple du désastre ” by Henri Amouroux, ed. Robert Laffont, 1976
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, March 02, 2023

Souvenez-vous (Jean-Claude Manceau / Myckaël Marcovic)

Tree Stand

A dreamy pop-country love song. Innocent young love still deserves a waltz. Little fairy tales happen every day. 

Lyrics

I’ve got on my dress
And my high heeled shoes
I walk out the door
I’ve got nothin’ to lose
I've practiced for weeks
But you didn’t ask me
Yet I hope that tonight
The stars will align

(Chorus)
I don’t stand a chance
But I learned how to dance
I waltzed through the halls
Dreaming of you
Somehow you look my way 
I have somethin' to say
And though I don’t stand a chance
You ask me to dance

I take a big breath
You’re across the room
Surrounded by girls
You smile, they swoon
Eyes well up with tears
But I swallow my fear
‘Cause maybe tonight
I can make the stars align

(Chorus)

You say you have two left feet
But you’ve been practicing
You hold out your hand
And ask me to dance

(Chorus)

I didn’t stand a chance
But you asked me to dance
Thought we didn’t stand a chance
Glad we learned how to dance!

I Learned How To Dance

Cinematic music inspired by Bernard Herrmann's work on Alfred Hitchcock's films

Forest of Fear

This is just a tribute to the albums that changed me.  Got a favorite album? New or old, I'd love to know what it is!

Lyrics
I felt like the dust
On the cover of Let It Be
Was forgotten and lost
12 years old but I felt 43
Then....

(Chorus)
I let the vinyl spin
And in a moment
My spirit's on the wind
Let the vinyl spin
Needle runs over and so
I start it again

Turn the radio on
Flip through the music that just isn't me
I long for a song
Start to hum that simple melody
And it's like....

(Chorus)

Now I try to create the magic
That hangs in the air
But I can't replace what I found
That summer, I'm still there
When....

(Chorus)
I let the vinyl spin
I let the vinyl spin and spin and spin and spin
Start it again
Let the vinyl spin

Let The Vinyl Spin

After yet another friend posted pictures of her bruises I was beyond angry and found myself writing. I wanted to show these women's experiences. The loneliness, the shame and the desperation are common threads to their stories. They made it out, but not all do. Thank you for listening.

Sidewalk pavement after midnight
The only friend left to hear me cry
Black and blue patches show the ugly truth
You were headstone carving when I left you
And your handiwork

(Chorus)
Expertly you pulled the strings
Hide your flaws, then make me bleed
Your sleight of hand looked so grand
But then I saw what comes of your 
Handiwork

Mona Lisa smiled for da Vinci
But you had me cower as you painted me
It’s not safe to be your masterpiece
Draped in your shame that covers me
When I’m your handiwork
I’m a showcase. Take a look

(Chorus)

Train whistle screams on jumpers bridge
“How many times will you fall for it?”
Desperate thoughts pounding in my head
I’d feel more comfort on that river bed
Than be your handiwork

(Chorus)


Church bell calling from across the street
“Child, come and rest. You're set free.”
They say idle hands are the devil’s work
I guess they’ve never seen your
Guess it’s time they see your 
Someone needs to see your
Handiwork

Handiwork

I'm a songwriter first and foremost. It is my passion. I will never claim to be a singer but I do my best with what I was given. If what I write has given you a moment of joy or introspection, then that is enough.

Handiwork

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