(French translation above)

We dance

On the spleen of the world
When silence mocks the bird 
On all my sleepless nights
When black anxiety bites

Chorus :
I dance, you dance
You dance, I dance
We dance dance dance

On the blues of my words
When taken from bad cards
On my love that is gone
When gone for a new dawn
(chorus)

On my life that had shut 
When wanders too long but
On my days full of hope
When they’re ready to cope
(instrumental)

On the spleen…
On my nights…
On the blues of my words
On my love…
On my life…
On my days full of hope…
(chorus)

Myckaël Marcovic,  March 28nd, 2021

On danse

Sur le blues de la Terre
Quand l’oiseau manque d’air
Sur mes nuits sans sommeil
Quand le malaise veille

Refrain :
Je danse, tu danses
Tu danses, je danse
Oui ! Danse danse danse on danse

Sur la fin de mes mots
Quand ils n’ont plus d’écho
Sur mon cœur en débris
Quand la nuit désunit
(refrain)

Sur ma vie affamée
Quand plus rien ne vient mais
Sur mes jours pleins d’espoir
Quand ils revoient un phare
(instrumental)

Sur le blues...
Sur mes nuits...
Sur la fin de mes mots
Sur mon cœur
Sur ma vie
Sur mes jours pleins d’espoir (refrain)

We dance (english version)

Joy To Live

Comin Up - Robert Grigg & Combstead

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The Soft Side Of Your Face

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Such Is Life

I've got seven bottles of water.
Two more to piss in.
I'd like to get things sorted.
But I don't know where to begin.
I'm glad I tore myself apart.
I didn't know which way to start.
What was begun?
I'll know that answer when I'm done.

My brothers are little rich kids.
My sister is the same.
While I'm stealing firelighters.
Living just to clear my name.
I've just one question before we start.
Should I be taking this to heart?
What's mine is mine?
I'll find out somewhere down the line.

My friends are going crazy.
Chase American dreams.
And I would join their party,
But I don't know what that means.
The 'truth' is nonsense, it would seem.
They're living someone else's dream.
Sit worlds apart.
I should have realised from the start.

I'm starting now to see.
(You) Don't create a thing for me.
Seem half destroyed by infamy.
Consider this, my litany.
Sulphides will rot away your heart.
I took a look back to the start.
No chosen one.
Your shadows blocking out my sun.

What's done is done.

Sometimes, I really feel.
Like no one can beat me.
But then I go and lose again,
You know the outcome by the end 
You know it just don't bother me.
I'm used to losing it would seem.
A sacred art.
That I've been learning from the start.

Six, E, Q, U, J, Five, Wow!
It isn't fucking aliens.
Get back down to earth now. 
There is no value to your art.
You should of known this from the start.
You're not divine.
Despite the memories in your mind.

Apeman, spaceman, later than creation.
Homebird, prison, from whence has arisen?
Lord, will you still my beating heart?
I should of known it from the start.
What's done is done.
They never said you were the one.

What's done is done.
What's done is done.

What's Done is Done

Kobanje.mp3

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Make a wish

Watching You

Chris Drabble, based in the Northwest of England, is a rock guitarist who has over 50 years of playing experience.
With nearly 50K streams on SoundCloud in the last 12 months being a mixture of Guitar Rock and softer Ambient instrumental tracks, Chris is now ramping up his rock guitar work with his latest album ‘Foot to the Floor’, which harks back to his youth when rock guitar tracks had a catchy opening riff, and was the sort exciting music you felt you had to tap your foot to. 
His influences include Rush, Led Zeppelin, The Police, Simple Minds, Pink Floyd, Joe Satriani and Jimi Hendrix. He is currently listening to Porcupine Tree, Dream Theatre.