this track is about resenting the fact that I wasted so much time in my life and now missing the loved ones not here anymore 

STH - Wasted Time

This track pretty much speaks for itself.  Only a few of my songs are really autobiographical.  This is one.

I still find myself inside the system, the medical mechanical machinery

Little Big C was re-mixed and re-mastered June 2023.

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Verse 1:
Walking along, minding my business
Pretty much an ordinary day to me
When I encountered a remarkably small
A diminutive little big C

Verse 2:
It hit me as an almighty interruption
In the middle of my day to day
It didn't seem to make any kind of sense
How could I be sick when I was feeling Ok

Chorus:
Now I find myself inside the system
The medical mechanical machinery
All i want is to get out alive
Minus that little bitty ol' C

Verse 3:
I'm not one to bemoan my fate
Or say "how could this have happened to me"
Maybe it’s genetic maybe it’s just bad luck
Doesn’t seem to matter to the Little Big C

Verse 4:
People tell me if I change the way the way I think
Or the things that I eat and this will all go away
Nice to think it all could be that simple
But I'm pretty sure C doesn't roll that way


Chorus:
I still find myself inside the system
The medical mechanical machinery
All i want is to get out alive
Minus that little bitty ol' C


Bridge:
The doc read out some numbers
Such and such percent
At the time i couldn't puzzle out
What it was he meant
Cuz I don't think I heard another word
After I heard big C
But pretty soon all those numbers
Became important to me


Verse 5:
I'm not the first that ever got this message
And I know that I won't be the last
Everything is moving so impossibly slowly
But somehow it’s feeling too damn fast

Verse 6:
So far I’ve been lucky - dodged a bullet
Haven’t needed chemo or surgery
But I’ve still got another five years
Till they let me out of the machinery

Chorus:
And I still find myself inside the system
The medical mechanical machinery
All i want is to get out alive
Minus that little bitty ol' C

Little Big C

This song began as an anniversary present to my wife, Eve. I started it on the day of our 22nd anniversary and finished it by our next anniversary. 

This song, for some reason, is Eve's favourite of all of my songs.

Verse 1:
It was 22 years ago you became my wife
For 22 years our partnership has has been central to my life
Our private journeys down the road of life we've been walking side by side
Step by step into who knows what it's been a magic and a thrilling ride

Verse 2:
22 is just a number it's not even prime
But 22 years is a big part of my whole lifetime
Our love has grown deeper that I thought it could ever be
I'm not surprised but I'm astonished we reached our 22nd anniversary

Bridge:
Arbitrary numbers we use to measure our lives
Counting up then counting down until the final day arrives
22 is just a number and I think I'll let it be
At least until the number finally reaches 23

Verse 3:
Now after 22 years I want to celebrate this day with you
Let's re- read our vows and see which ones we're living up to
I tell you how deep is my love and admiration for you
You'll say as much and the magic is that I'll believe it's true

Outro
So let's raise a glass to 22
A number, just a number, but it will have to do.
Somehow it says a whole lot, about me and you
And I'll end this song with my favourite words "I love you"

Twenty-two

Twenty-Two

This isn't actually a blues song, but the title seems to fit anyway.

Here are the lyrics:

I don't like it, don't like it hanging out in front
I gotta say it's givin' me the shits, pardon me for being so blunt
It wasn't there a while ago, don't know from where it came
But I don't like it so very bad I can hardly say its name

Don't want it don't want it and it's clear I'm not alone
I see some folks who've had it since before they were even grown
They seem to get on with their lives and I guess they seem ok
But I don't like and don't want it - that's all I've got to say

I never look down 'cuz
It's hard to miss
I can't believe
That it's come to this
It came on slow
So I didn't know
It was happening to me
Until one day in a mirror I saw what everybody else could see

I've been alive a lot more years that I've got years left to live
I've been doing pretty good with learning to forgive
Myself for things I did or didn't do and places I've never been
But I'm finding it hard to forget that I was once young, fit and thin

For me it's front and centre, for some its back and low
And others carry it anywhere, everywhere they go
But they tell me that this belly fat is no good for my heart
Since I want to live a few more years I guess I'd better start
Some sort of exercise and diet - It seems a cruel plot
But as card carrying human being I suppose that that's my lot

I never look down 'cuz
It's hard to miss
I can't believe
That it's come to this
It came on slow
So I didn't know
That I was not immune
Maybe now that's just who I am and hence this tragic tune

Bellyfat Blues

Verse 1:

I can’t tell time
It won’t do what I say
I try to take control of time
But time always gets its own way

Time waits for no one 
So goes the old cliche
But if you wait until the time’s just right
You can watch time slip away

Chorus 1:

I’ve heard it said by people who know that
Only time will tell
But time don't say a single thing
I suppose that’s just as well

Verse 2:

I can't trust time
It seems to come and go
And where it went when it's gone
I swear that I don't know

More and more and On and On
I watch time dissapear
Into itself or something else
It leaves me waiting here

Chorus 2:

The universe is particular
About the time it will allow
The only time it does approve
Is the moment happening now

Verse 3:

I can't save time
It doesn't want to last
It's here for such a little while
And then becomes the past

The past can't be saved
It not really here at all
No more than the future is
As best as I recall

Chorus 3:

Seems to be a law of nature
That's universally true that
Three O'clock is too early or late for
Anything you want to do.

Verse 4:

Time fills all the spaces 
If you give it enough room
But it's still a mystery
How it got so late so soon

Time gives me everything
And then takes it all away
Things still seem to happen
In a weird but timely way

Bridge:

If time's a game
It's hard to play
It's got complex rules
And it takes all day
It's not much fun
You just can't win
But it's a beautiful game
When played by children

Verse 5:

Time is my enemy
Time’s my only friend
It's something that i never earned
But I still get to spend

We're all given so much time
You can’t get an extra bit
You can sqeeze or stretch it any way you like
But you’ll never make it fit

Chorus 4:

I can't save time, keep time or take time
Would if I knew how
Thought I had a tale about time to tell
But I'm out of time right now

Telling TIme

Telling Time

STH- Fade Away

Enjoy an early cut from the House of Jack project, which is scheduled for release late 2024!

Promise Me

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/la-faute-au-cerveau
Translation above.

https://soundcloud.com/lionel-abbou m'a fait l'honneur de mettre en musique mon texte et de le chanter.

C’est la faute au cerveau

On n’est jamais content
De son physique
On est trop p’tit, on est trop grand
C’est pas pratique
On est trop mince, on est trop gros
Ou trop chétif, ou ramollo
C’est la faute (ter)
aux kilos

On n’est jamais content
De son physique
On est trop noir, on est trop blanc
C’est pathétique
On manque de grâce, de biscotos
On est tordu comme un ragot
C’est la faute (ter)
aux photos

Refrain :
Mais rien n’est un défaut
Qu’on se trouve moche ou beau 
Quel que soit le tableau
C’est la faute (ter)
au cerveau

Il y a toujours bien mieux
Que son physique
On est trop jeune, on est trop vieux
Chronillogique
Les cheveux tombent incognito
La calvitie, ça fait vieillot
Viv’ la boule (ter) 
à zéro
(refrain)

Quand on se sent trop vieille
Monogamique
Que la peau s’emplit de dentelles
Trop archaïques
Pour ne plus voir ces rides en trop
Et fair’ de l’œil aux hidalgos
Bistouri (ter)
À gogo
(refrain)

Myckaël Marcovic, le 24 juillet 2020
Musique de Lionel Abbou, 27 mai 2024

Lionel Abbou did me the honor of setting my text to music and singing it.

It's the brain's fault

You're never happy
With the way you look
You're too small, you're too big
It's not practical
You're too thin, you're too fat
Or too sickly or too soft
It's the fault (ter)
the kilos

You're never happy
With the way you look
You're too black, you're too white
It's pathetic
We lack grace, biscotos
We're as twisted as gossip
It's the fault (ter)
to the pictures

Refrain :
But nothing is a flaw
Whether you think you're ugly or beautiful 
Whatever the picture
It's the fault (ter)
the brain

There's always something better
Than your looks
You're too young, you're too old
Chronillogic
Hair falls out incognito
Baldness is old-fashioned
Viv' la boule (ter) 
to zero
(refrain)

When you feel too old
Monogamous
When the skin fills with lace
Too archaic
To stop seeing those extra wrinkles
And wink at the hidalgos
Bistouri (ter)
In spades
(refrain)

Myckaël Marcovic, July 24, 2020
Music by Lionel Abbou, May 27, 2024

La faute au cerveau (Myckaël Marcovic / Lionel Abbou) feat. Lionel Abbou

The Right Kind of Wrong

A song I wrote in 1998 that I put to music using Ample Guitar and Cakewalk

Why I'm All Alone

Song about a man who turned to drinking to deal with loss but later found faith in God...

Me and Doctor Jack

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.

Telling Time

Daniel Weinstein