@user-289339291-171890141: would luv to see that happen...ty so much..-peace.

Nice composition. It's epic in a relaxed way.

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Another superb track. This is so atmospheric and beautiful.

Nice dramatic effects that have an epic atmosphere

Money Tree

(Translation above)

Encore une merveilleuse musique que Debra Buesking https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking/ephemeral-piano-day-2022 m'a autorisé à paroler. Grâce lui soit rendue.

Another wonderful piece of music that Debra Buesking https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking/ephemeral-piano-day-2022 allowed me to write some words on it. Thanks be to her.

Le sablier cassé

Je t’ai laissée partir il y a 1000 ans
Avais-je tort ou raison ? Maintenant,
Je sens que le temps me fait des reproches
Sans aucune pitié.

Ma déraison avait-elle raison ?
Pourras-tu un jour me le pardonner ?
Car mon cœur me traite de tous les noms
Qu’il sort, tout chauds, de sa broche…

Mais, 1000 ans, c’est seulement hier
Et plus j’y pense, moins j’en suis fier.
Je voudrais retrouver le sablier
Pour l’arrêter, le casser !

Si j’arrivais à retourner le temps
Je n’y toucherais plus pendant 1000 ans
Mon cœur ne battra que pour te revoir
Il ne vivra que d’espoir

Si je ne te revois pas
Le monde ne sera
Qu’un désert inhabité
Qu’un sablier cassé…

Myckaël Marcovic le 22 septembre 2021


The broken hourglass

I let you go a thousand years ago
Was I right or wrong? Now,
I feel that time is reproaching me
Without any mercy.

Was my folly right?
Can you ever forgive me?
For my heart calls me all kinds of names
That it takes out, all hot, from its spit...

But, 1000 years, it is only yesterday
And the more I think about it, the less proud I am.
I would like to find the hourglass
To stop it, to break it!

If I could turn back time
I wouldn't touch it again for a thousand years
My heart will only beat to see you again
It will only live on hope

If I don't see you again
The world will be
An uninhabited desert
Only a broken hourglass...

Myckaël Marcovic on September 22, 2021

Le sablier cassé (Myckaël Marcovic / Debra Buesking) (new version)

Disposable Music and Collectible Razors is the second album by Labobros, realeased on the 20th December 2021. This is an experimental album in terms of sounds, music styles and languages.

So many collaborations from every part of the world like: Cesareo (Elio e le Storie Tese), Paolo Tofani (Area International Group), Mourad Musset (La Rue Ketanou), Jinian Wilde (David Cross Band), Peter Lacey, Jade Marie, Pasquale Nigro, Alfonso Sacchetti, Benigno Grillo, Roberto De Rosis, Natale Novellis, Serafino Zangaro, Vero Luz, Joe Figg, Gabriele Vignati.

Disposable Music and Collectible Razors

Tramonto Giapponese

Hundreds of Me

I am Ok now Doctor...

G.B.C. - Foothills

"Do the people in his circle know that he's a square?"
Check this song out and more on my Spotify/Apple Music. Links in bio.

Square

Coming soon! We pretend to be fine.
There's a fire in the wastelands. What's mine?
Waste of time.
There's a fire.
We Survive.

There's a crack in the side of the farm.
You would think they'd run but they stay.
Waste the light.
Avoid the night.
Stay alive. 

There's a river that's flowing with gold.
That you get, when you're good, if you're old.
Waste of life.
Taste the Night.
Stoke the fire.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

There's a message we sent to the sky.
Imagine that wont be getting too far.
Trip the wire.
To the stars.
To the stars.

There's a man on the moon, and he's heating a Spoon.
As he looks sadly down on the earth.
There's a cow.
What's that now?
Holy cow.

Wee Willie runs through the town.
Crying loud as he seeks them all out.
Get to bed.
In your head.
Go to bed.

All you've got left are some rust, cans of peaches.
A pile of old vizzes and porn.
A fray bentos pie and your rosy complexion.
There's no one left you rely on. 

A bust of Beethoven, a packet of suet.
A commemorative plate, a Princess Di coin.
An overfilled ashtray, a battered red jumper.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

Interstellar... Toodle-oo

This track contains only bass, drums, and vocals.

Kanteen Martian

Darkest Light * Instrumental

Names And Games

Lifelong musician. All of my time now is spent composing, creating, arranging , producing from multiple genres and its a glorious sort of madness and is not showing any signs at all of slowing down.Hope to be exposed , discovered, and to be allowed , by the graces of all of you , to brighten your lives , the way mine was saved . and elevated by an ability that i have not fully unleashed to its full potential ...hope to tho , for all of you...soon. -Dave.

Names And Games

David R Sparks

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