Name: Electra Suite Movement 1 by Dizzy O'Brian
Duration: 2 min 26 s
Description: The first movement of a new suite of experimental electronic and synthpop music.

It has always been you, my love. To infinity and beyond, I love you.

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The first movement of a new suite of experimental electronic and synthpop music.

Electra Suite Movement 1

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Cat stuck in an elevator

Cat Stuck In An Elevator

Translation above

Je t’aime déjà en souvenir

Je sais que rien ne dure toujours
Et que tu partiras un jour
Sur les ailes d’un courant d’air
Et comm' je ne peux rien y faire
Je t’aime déjà en souvenir

J’ai vu trop de passés pareils
À d’infinies fins de soleils
Pour qui j’aurais donné tout l’or
Du monde, mais en vain, alors,
Je t’aime déjà en souvenir

Refrain :
Tu vas partir, ma fille, tu vas partir
Pour te construire un avenir
Mais dans tes beaux jours à cueillir
Garde-moi dans ton souvenir

Bien sûr, pour l’instant c’est l’école
Et, de bonnes grâces, tu t’y colles
Mais dans tes beaux yeux qui pétillent
Je vois s’allumer des brindilles
Tu m’aimes déjà en souvenir

Si nos chemins en parallèles
Avancent sur la même échelle
Mes barreaux sont plus fatigants
Et plus proches du firmament
Chacun gravit ses souvenirs

Lorsque je tutoierai le ciel
Tu auras déployé tes ailes
J’en sourirai, mais pour l’instant
Dans le silence des yeux j’entends
Qu’on s’aime déjà en souvenir.

Refrain :
Je vais partir, ma fille, je vais partir
Et te laisser à l’avenir
Mais dans tes beaux jours à cueillir
Garde-moi dans ton souvenir.

Myckaël Marcovic, le 15 février 2024

I already love you in memory

I know that nothing lasts forever
And one day you'll be gone
On the wings of a breeze
And there's nothing I can do about it
I already love you in memory

I've seen too many similar pasts
To endless ends of suns
For whom I would have given all the gold
Of the earth but all in vain,
I already love you in memory

Refrain :
You're going to leave, my daughter, you're going to leave
To build a future for yourself
But in your beautiful days to gather
Keep me in your memory

Of course, right now it's school
And, with good grace, you stick to it
But in your beautiful sparkling eyes
I see twigs light up
You already love me in memory

If our parallel paths
On the same ladder
My rungs are more tiring
And closer to the firmament
Each one climbs his memories

When I reach the sky
You'll have spread your wings
I'll smile, but for now
In the silence of the eyes I hear
That we already love each other in memory.

Refrain :
I'm going to leave, my daughter, I'm going to leave
And leave you to the future
But in your beautiful days
Keep me in your memory.

Myckaël Marcovic, 15 February 2024

Je t'aime déjà en souvenir

Help!

Introduction in English

Sometimes I have to smile a little when I think about the fact that John Lennon was only 24 years old when he wrote these lyrics. 
He certainly didn't know about the cries for help that come with ageing from 60 plus. The experience of gradual physical decline and the increasing dependence on the support of other people. The gradual loss of autonomy, which is so important for one's own dignity. And the subliminal threat of retirement and nursing homes approaching, which then temporarily pulls you out of your increasing mental derangement by singing old Beatles songs.
But apart from that, he certainly already knew a lot about the hardships of being different, of not belonging; the longing to experience something like love in the worldwide recognition and at the same time having to suffocate and drown in this wave of adoration. 
In the pop era of the time, his desperate cry for help was reduced to a tolerable two minutes
I turned it into a leisurely three-minute waltz. And tried to express my increasing need for help in certain areas of life in different ways: shy and fragile, desperate and humble, angry and almost accusatory. 
And towards the end, I find myself in an almost otherworldly limbo in which a part of me comes to peace with the cry for help and finds its own new dignity in it.

Einführung auf Deutsch
Manchmal muß ich ein wenig schmunzeln, wenn ich daran denke, dass John Lennon erst 24 Jahre alt war, als er diesen Songtext schrieb. 
Da wusste er mit Sicherheit noch nichts von den Hilferufen, die mit dem Älterwerden ab 60 plus einhergehen. Die Erfahrung des allmählichen körperlichen Zerfalls und die sich zunehmend anschleichende Angewiesenheit auf die Unterstützung von anderen Menschen. Der allmähliche Verlust von Autonomie, der für die eigene Würde so wichtig ist. Und das unterschwellig drohende Herannahen von Senioren- und Pflegeheimen, die einem dann mit dem Singen von alten Beatles-Songs vorübergehend aus der zunehmenden geistigen Umnachtung herausreißen.
Aber abgesehen davon wußte er sicher schon viel von den Nöten des Andersseins, des nicht dazu gehörens; der Sehnsucht, in der weltweiten Anerkennung so etwas wie Liebe zu erfahren und zugleich in dieser Verehrungswelle geradezu ersticken und ertrinken zu müssen. 
In der damaligen Pop-Zeit wurde sein verzweifelter Hilferuf auf allseits erträgliche gut zwei Minuten eingedampft.
Ich habe daraus einen gut dreiminütigen gemächlichen Walzer gemacht. Und dabei versucht, meine in gewissen Lebensbereichen zunehmende Hilfsbedürftigkeit auf verschiedene Weise auszudrücken: Scheu und zerbrechlich, verzweifelt und demütig, wütend und beinahe anklagend. 
Und zum Ende hin befinde ich mich in einer fast schon jenseitigen Zwischenwelt, in der ein Teil in mir mit dem Hilferuf in Frieden kommt und darin eine eigene neue Würde findet.

Help!

Help! (Lennon/Mccartney)

Song created & played by The Boilerman
Eric created & plays> all acoustic, slide, distorted lead & rhythm guitar
Eric created & mix's> all drum, bass & ambient
The Girl From Wonder created & sings: all vocals
Production by E.H.T Studio
Thank Brin, for singing on this song, it was a lot of fun!
Thank you for listening!

Please visit my friend Brin soundcloud.com/user-712848711
Lyrics by Brin:

Tasting the blade of all his mistakes
And I know I should not go
I am following in the path of his sin
And I know I should not follow

Bitter berries on the vine
Bring me back there every time.
Turning words into a road.

Blade is cutting my tongue
Leaving bitter hurt for everyone.
I don’t want this life anymore.
Blade is cutting my tongue
Leaving bitter hurt for everyone.
I don’t want this life anymore.

Learning how to harbor hate
I don’t know what else to say
All my words into arrows.
Blade is cutting my tongue
Leaving bitter hurt for everyone.
I don’t want this life anymore.

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Translation above
Sculpture de Léo Ferré à Monaco par Blaise Devissi.

Sur un texte de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel https://soundcloud.com/gaidodaniel06

Poètes perdus

Tu gardes le tempo 
Dans les bras de ta muse
Qui te porte déjà
Au bout de ta mémoire
Qui creuse dans tes mains
Tant de portées d'amour
Tu rayonnes déjà
Sous leurs calices de feu

Refrain :
Léo, Léo, Léo
Les violons de tes nuits
Te fredonnent les notes
Des poètes perdus

Demain, tu trouveras 
Le parfum du mystère 
Qui sillonne la terre 
Au fond de quelques joies 
Dans le son des hautbois 
Quand tu chantes la vie 
Tes soirs de liberté 
Sur ton piano d'azur
(refrain)

Debout dans le brouillard 
L'hiver, tu resteras 
Les putains de la mort 
Et les maîtres de Dieu 
Et tous ces fous de feu 
Te souffleront les mots 
Venus de l'au-delà 
Une nuit de sabbat
(refrain)

Paroles de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 26/02/2024

With text by Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel https://soundcloud.com/gaidodaniel06
Sculpture of Léo Ferré in Monaco by Blaise Devissi.

Lost poets

You keep the tempo
In the arms of your muse
Who already carries you
At the end of your memory
Digging in your hands
So many spans of love
You're already glowing
Under their chalices of fire

Refrain :
Léo, Léo, Léo
The violins of your nights
Hum to you the notes
Of lost poets
Tomorrow you'll find
The scent of mystery
That crisscrosses the earth
In the depths of some joy
In the sound of oboes
When you sing of life
Your evenings of freedom
On your azure piano
(refrain)

Standing in the fog
L'hiver, tu resteras
The whores of death
And God's masters
And all those madmen of fire
Will whisper words to you
From beyond
Une nuit de sabbat
(refrain)

Words by Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 26/02/2024

Poètes perdus (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic)

Dizzy O'Brian's music encompasses everything from alternative rock to electro and ambient. With his imaginative coupling of acoustic and electric instruments, one might compare his sound to The Piano Guys or ELO but his music is completely Dizzy O'Brian

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