Muy buena, me parece que el mensaje que transmite es muy bueno. Me cago en tus muertos

This has a classic beatle band feed to it. Plus I like the vocals and guitar Melody

I ike the harmonising voice with your narrative. Is that a flute or something like woodwind in the background? Perhaps it’s just the other vocal. . You make a sweet sound with a literate lyric. There’s ann  interesting lineage of songs that that talk about the song that’s being sung.  A sweet idea for a song.

Flight Of Icarus (album version, remastered)

Video at https://youtu.be/pOL6a-dC6FI?si=Bf3kHPIWbqdZM8e2
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This is a song about depression and survival. 

When I wrote it I still had another 25 years of surviving it ahead of me. But I'd made a decision years before, when I was 14, that no matter how bad it got it would always get better, sooner or later. And it always did, at least for a while. And knowing that somehow made it just a little bit easier to smile.


[This is a new mix. Drums by John Bennetts have been added and everything else has been changed, at least a little.]

Verse 1:
It’s more than a song
But less than a dream
I know what I say
Is not what I mean
Pretending my words
Aren’t meant to deceive
I’m playing with doubt
I want to believe

I know that it’s hard
To explain why I’m here
I complain though I know
There is nothing to fear
But the fear and the doubt
That wind through my mind
Are inventions of mine
That help pass the time

Chorus:
So here is my song
I wrote it for me
I need to recall
That it’s easy to be
The times that I’ve faced
My life as a trial
Have taught me to see
That it’s easy to smile

Verse 2:
I’m more than a child
But less than a man
I know where I’ve been
But not who I am
I'll say that I'm strong
I'll tell you I’m free
But none of that's true
I just want it to be

Once I entered a room
I pulled down the shade
I turned out the lights
I wanted to fade
But I noticed the wall
Right there looking at me
Pretending to be blind
I really wanted to see

Chorus:
So here is my song
I wrote it for me
I need to recall
That it’s easy to be
The times that I’ve faced
My life as a trial
Have taught me to see
That it’s easy to smile

Verse 3:
It all seemed to happen
A while ago
At a time I was lost
I just didn’t know
That doubting was simply
A game that I had
It gave me a reason
For feeling this bad

There are times there are changes
My memory moves
Preaching the patterns
I’ve worn into grooves
Repeating mistakes
I made in my youth
Learning the lines
And calling them truth
I can’t help but change
Can't help but survive
I might drown in doubt
But I'll still be alive

Chorus:
So here is my song
I wrote it for me
I need to recall
That it’s easy to be
The times that I’ve faced
My life as a trial
Have taught me to see
That it’s easy to smile

Easy to Smile

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Easy To Smile

This song is dedicated to all the Missionaries in the world that give of themselves so freely; they are part of the glue that holds this world together. Their work is endless  has, joins on Bandcamp https://geraldharris.bandcamp.com/

LORD MAKE ME A GOOD EXAMPLE

Translation above
Texte et chant : Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Musique : Myckaël Marcovic
Illustration : Annie Madec

La poésie se boit

D’un Nice révolu
Au monde tropical
D’une escale en bateau
Près d’une radio libre
Revenue d’un bouquin
Immaculée contraception
En passant par les tarés
Qui nous parlent tant

De leur dernier voyage
Pour nous jeter enfin
Leurs pseudo métaphores
En criant des sornettes
Du haut des goélettes

Et faut pas les croire, Monsieur,
Que demain, à midi
S’il reste une heure à vivre
Je me battrai pour l’homme
Jusqu’au bout de mes forces.
S’il reste une heure à vivre
Je me battrai pour l’homme
Jusqu’au bout de mes forces.

Mais ma voix s’est coincée
Dans un nuage bleu
Sur mon pays, ma terre,
Pas très loin de la baie
Qui m’arrache à la nuit.

Quand tu dors mon ami,
Prends le temps de rêver
Pour quand tu seras vieux,
Et mesure ta mesure
Sans trop crier, l’ami, (bis)
Sans trop crier…

Post-mortem, pour moi,
La mort est à Venise
Dans mes bras tu verras
La poésie se voie
La poésie se noie
La poésie se boit

Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel, 2025
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 4 mars 2025

Poetry can be drunk

From a bygone Nice
To the tropical world
From a stopover on a boat
Near a free radio station
Back from a book
Immaculate contraception
By way of the crazies
Who talk to us so much

About their last voyage
To finally throw us
Their pseudo-metaphors
Shouting nonsense
From the top of the schooners

And don't believe them, Sir,
That tomorrow, at noon
If there's an hour left to live
I'll fight for man
To the end of my strength.
If there's an hour to live
I'll fight for the man
To the end of my strength.

But my voice is stuck
In a blue cloud
Over my country, my land,
Not far from the bay
That snatches me from the night.

When you sleep my friend,
Take the time to dream
For when you are old,
And measure your measure
Without shouting too much, my friend, (bis)
Without shouting too much...

Post-mortem, for me,
Death is in Venice
In my arms you will see
Poetry can be seen
Poetry can be drunk
Poetry is drowning

Lyrics by Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel 
 Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 4 March 2025

La poésie se boit (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic)

"Summertime" [04.21.25]
J Dulva and Counting Coup
(c) 2025 Cenote Music

Poolside Residency 2023

Summertime [04.21.25]

90's influence hard rock made in Metro Detroit.

Things won't change. Grab a blanket and a basket full of rage.
They won't help you with a cause. They're pushing buttons, can't put your fingers on.....Helpless all along.
When will common decency fall apart?

Conversation drifts erasing value time.
When we try, dead words collide, burning us inside.
Conversation drifts erasing all we know.
Terrified, demoralized. We might just die alone.

All the things we won before, lets lose the game to even up the score....much better than before.
If you were good, then we were faking. All the shit they keep taking now...helpless all along.
When will common decency fall apart?

If we walk away, we won't be flying high.

Drift

🎦 YouTube video: https://youtu.be/8jYeSDLdfIk 👈
Hi everyone! 🙌 This time we're moving from the lightness of Chiptune (https://soundcloud.com/beatingedge/pink-chubby-creature) to something more reflective, something that concerns most of us, or at least those lucky (or unlucky) enough to live long enough to grow old. This song was inspired by a visit to a retirement home. Musically, it's kind of the spiritual child of our previous track "I lost her to a previous version of me" (https://soundcloud.com/beatingedge/i-lost-her-to-a-previous).
👉"Now and Here" is a meditation on aging, presence, and how quickly everything slips through our fingers. It starts in the softness of awareness and builds into a cry for recognition, for meaning, for being seen while there’s still time. We’ve all met someone who used to shine and now barely gets noticed. Maybe we fear becoming that person ourselves.
No fancy tricks here. Just lyrics that hit close to home and a melody that carries them with honesty. It’s a piece for those who’ve ever looked back and wondered where the time went, or forward and felt a chill.
🎧Hope you enjoy it, and huge thanks to everyone who takes the time to listen. An even bigger thank you to those who come back to it, leave a comment, hit like or repost it. 
We love you all! 🫶
At the moment, this track is exclusively available on SoundCloud.
Released on May 2, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

Life fades away,  
slow today.  
You're young,  
tomorrow you're old.  

Now and here, you're wild and free,  
time will steal what you can't see.  
One day strong, the next you're weak,  
fading like the words you speak.  

Now and here, you're shining bright,  
one day soon, you'll lose the fight.  
You’ll be old, they won’t care,  
screaming "Hey, I'm still right here!"

Now and here, you're standing tall,  
years will pass, you’re bound to fall.  
Once you ruled, now you fade,  
echoes lost in yesterday.  

Now and here, you're shining bright,  
one day soon, you'll lose the fight.  
You’ll be old, they won’t care,  
screaming "Hey, I'm still right here!"  
 
All your senses slipping slow,  
memories you used to know.  
Faces change, the past is gone,  
and the world just moves along.  

Now and here, you're young and strong,  
sing your song, it won’t last long.  
When you're old, they'll walk away,  
but your words remain to stay. 

But your words remain to stay.

Now and Here

Cover des Songs Keine ist wie du

Watch the video: https://youtu.be/bYnA9b1WDtE
Audio: https://vocal-voyage.de/keine-ist-wie-du-gregor-meyle/
Website: https://vocal-voyage.de/mediathek/


Keine ist wie du (Cover) - Gregor Meyle

Nothing Left To Give

The journey of the inside is mostly with the outside...or so it seems !

© lyric written Jan '24 here https://allpoetry.com/poem/17600422-The-Outside-by-Lockdown-Larcs

as ever the AI music seems to see it somehow


The Outside

(Listen to The) Virtual People

I write songs.  I'm not a performer any more than I need to be to have my songs heard once in a while. I hope that better musicians than I encounter my songs and decide to play them.  I just write songs to have them exist in the world. If the world likes them then the world can do with them what it will.  All these recordings are demos.  I've tried to make them as musically interesting as I can but they are all awaiting the skilled hand of someone who knows how to make songs shine.

Easy To Smile

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