Nibiru X and the Cataclysms

Verse 1
Take a little moment to recharge yourself,
Take some time off to get yourself together,
Close your eyes imaging how it would be,
To say the things you really want to say on your endeavor,

Just remember,  You won’t deny,  
To take a break,  From the spotlight
Whenever you’re ready

And when the time is right to spin up again
Break a leg you’ll be a novelty forever


Chorus
Leave your inner thoughts and wake up,
Blend in with crowded voices and spin up,
You will be true, there's nothing wrong with you,

A universe of love is out there,
Waiting for you to come back for your premiere,
You will be true, there's nothing wrong with you,

Verse 2
Don't be a fool when you feel unease,
Turn around, go find your inner peace and shelter,
Forget the world when you can't be seen,
A tactical retreat even though you want to answer,

So it's okay, to mute the noise,
To be own your own, and find your voice
Whenever you’re steady

When you've found your true voice again,
Get back on the road to continu your endeavor

Chorus
Leave your inner thoughts and wake up,
Blend in with crowded voices and spin up,
You will be true, there's nothing wrong with you,

A universe of love is out there,
Waiting for you to come back for your premiere,
You will be true, there's nothing wrong with you,

Spin Up

About a man who doesn't have a slightest clue his girl is cheating on him. Style is a bit inspired by Elvis Costello.
I like the line: You decided that I was mistaken
in
You and me, it seemed so right. We were a special pair. But you decided that I was mistaken.

Overnight

Bandcamp : https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/en-dessous-du-toit
Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/intl-fr/album/6b0t43WzdZEjmjX7Vn0Fas?si=06TWVV6ITfehzFZoa3q_gg
Translation above

Sur un texte de Christian Portet https://soundcloud.com/christian-portet
Musique et voix : Myckaël Marcovic
Music and vocals : Myckaël Marcovic

En dessous du toit

En dessous du toit
Y a toi et moi
Et on vit là
Depuis des mois
En dessous du toit
Y a un piano
Qu’est fait pour tes doigts
Qui joue jamais faux

Refrain :
En dessous du toit
Y a toi et moi
Et c’est si bon
D’oublier les saisons

En dessous du toit
Sur ce piano
Qui a vu d’autres doigts
Pleurer leurs émois
En dessous du toit
Y a toi qui joue
Moi qui t’écoute
Jusqu’au bout
 (refrain)

En dessous du toit
Y a un pauvre hère
Qui est comme moi
Qui n’sait rien faire
En dessous du toit
Quand ça va pas
On regarde en dessous
Tous les autres fous

Refrain :
En dessous du toit
Y a toi et moi
Et c’est si bon
D’oublier les saisons
Et c’est si bon 
D’oublier les saisons

Paroles de Christian Portet
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 30 mars 2024


With text by Christian Portet https://www.facebook.com/christian.portetmapage

Under the roof

Under the roof
There's you and me
And we've been living there
For months now
Under the roof
There's a piano
Made for your fingers
That never plays out of tune

Refrain :
En dessous du toit
There's you and me
And it's so good
To forget the seasons

Under the roof
On this piano
That has seen other fingers
Cry out their emotions
Under the roof
There's you playing
I listen to you
Till the end
 (refrain)

Under the roof
There's a poor wretch
Who's like me
Can't do a thing
Under the roof
When the going gets tough
We look underneath
All the other fools

Refrain :
Under the roof
There's you and me
And it's so good
To forget the seasons
And it's so good 
To forget the seasons

Words by Christian Portet
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, March 30, 2024

En dessous du toit (Christian Portet / Myckaël Marcovic)

Production by Farlight Musis, Von Vuai, and Roze
Mixed & Mastered by Shadow
Cover Art by Jac

Space Cowboy

Wait Here For You is the 3rd Track to be released from out upcoming album 'Dead Already Power'.

Wait Here For You

D sides

Slow Motion

Memories

Oh, summer song.
Why you giving me what for?
You turned your face towards the rain.
Oh, summer song.
Are you still floating in the sky?
You looked away when I needed you.
Well, I guess you gotta do the things you do.

Oh, summer sun.
Won't you burn my fears away?
I rest my head at night and dream.
Oh, summer sun.
Won't you give me one more try.
To make the mist just dissipate.
Why are we all waiting/running late?

They all say.
That the dreams we have as children fade away.
In the haze of many moons.
Caught out by June.
It's gone so soon.
I remember.
Almost every little phrase became ingrained.
On the path.
To the last.
So why'm I trying so hard for the laughs?

Oh, summer song.
Are you still giving up the gold?
It's nice to finally find a ripple in your folds.
Oh, summer song.
A brighter version of the day.
A final point to make the sway.
Get over here if you've something to say.

Oh, I must say.
As the dreams we had as children fade to grey.
And as the hazy days of June.
Forget the tune.
It's gone too soon.
I remember.
Almost every little phrase became ingrained.
On the path.
To the last.
So why we trying so hard for the laughs?

They all say.
That the dreams we have as children fade away.
In the haze of many moons.
Caught out by June.
It's gone so soon.
I remember.
Almost every little phrase became ingrained.
On the path.
To the last.
So why'm I trying so hard for the laughs?

Summer Song

Guitars: Jerry Matheny
Drums: Josh Rodgers
Bass: Pete Miller
Vocal: Will Montgomery
Engineering: Paul Osborn @ Audio Dallas
Mix: Will Montgomery

Demos 2022

Somebody Cares

Every Since

What? whichever! they roll. 
Can't believe I'm still standing up.
I really don't feel that old.
It gets tight the second time around.
Starts a-taking its toll.

Now there's no one a-listening.
To all the things I don't say.
There's only pieces left, a-hang about.
But we all took our pay.
As I stare down the window pane.
It's all just blowing away.

We fall by the side.
You know that we tried.
We all start to slide.
Though we tried, and we tried, and we tried.
Lord, we tried.

Well here is a memory.
And here is the cold.
Here's a friday to wait upon.
If you'll carry my stone.
Here lays all your sympathy.
Which you bought to be sold.

Take your well heeled fake jesus.
Take your ideals of love.
Take your fake plastic empathy.
Fits you like a glove.
Take anything you want from me.
I will never give up.

We fall by the side.
You know that we tried.
We all start to slide.
Though we tried, and we tried, and we tried.
Lord, we tried.

We Tried

Too Many Yesterday's

Gravity (Cover)

The Young Departed (Achievements)

As Far As We May Run

Dix huit cent et plus, en Irlande du nord, une dynastie aux gants de fer, et Emmie amoureuse d'un garçon issu d'un milieu modeste...
Les différences déjà menacées à cette époque, mais que dire d'aujourd'hui?
Paroles:
Août 1814 dans une contrée du nord.
Au coeur des landes immenses qui étirent le décor,
On donnait au manoir une fête somptueuse,
Pour les vingt ans d'Emmie, belle et amoureuse.
Emmie, le vent soufflera toujours.
Sur les voiles fragiles de tes amours.
Emmie le vent souffle fort ce soir,
Sur les ailes sombres du manoir.
Des nuits d'errance et de spleen
Des nuits d'avance et de green,
Des nuits, Emmie.
Août 1814 dans les journaux du soir.
Quatre lignes discrètes ont relaté l'histoire.
Car le manoir respire des dynasties de cire.
Emmie, le vent soufflera toujours.
Sur les voiles fragiles de tes amours.
Emmie le vent souffle fort ce soir,
Sur les ailes sombres du manoir.
Des nuits d'errance et de spleen
Des nuits d'avance et de green,
Des nuits, Emmie.
choeurs:
Loin des rires du manoir,
Soufflent les vents de ton histoire.
Loin des ombres du manoir,
Court un nom dans ta mémoire.
Le souvenir d'Emmie dans la lande s'étire...

Eighteen hundred and counting, in Northern Ireland, a dynasty with iron gloves, and Emmie in love with a boy from a modest background....
Differences already threatened at that time, but what about today?
Words:
August 1814 in a northern country.
In the heart of the immense moors which stretch out the scenery,
A sumptuous party was given at the manor,
For Emmie's twenty years, beautiful and in love.
Emmie, the wind will always blow.
On the fragile sails of your loves.
Emmie the wind is blowing hard this evening,
On the dark wings of the mansion.
Nights of wandering and spleen
Nights ahead and green,
Nights, Emmie.
August 1814 in the evening newspapers.
Four discreet lines told the story.
Because the manor breathes wax dynasties.
Emmie, the wind will always blow.
On the fragile sails of your loves.
Emmie the wind is blowing hard this evening,
On the dark wings of the mansion.
Nights of wandering and spleen
Nights ahead and green,
Nights, Emmie.
backing vocals:
Far from the laughter of the mansion,
The winds of your story blow.
Patches of shadows of the mansion,
Run a name into your memory.
The memory of Emmie on the moor stretches...

Si ton enfance te poursuit

Emmie

"Never Make Your Move too Soon" [06.24.24] (Ry Cooder)
Counting Coup
(c) 2024 Cenote Music

Never Make Your Move To Soon [06.24.24]

Henrik Nybo: Resonator guitar/main vocal/composer
Mir Bredberg Weber: Accordion/backing vocal/piano
Palle Hjort: Piano/Hammond
Jeppe Gram: Drums
Jakob Falgren: Bas
Carsten Sindvald: Brass section alto
Fin
Kaj
Backing vocal: Sue Ballingall/Joe Lahart/Suzanne Bushnell/Dave Hennessy

Live Out Loud

Paperbags And Emty Cans

Paperbags

A little bit of something you can't hold.
For a little bit of something laced with gold.
A little bit of shelter from your greed.
For a little bit of something we all need.
We're all found out.
Goes round about.

Mother, take this pain from me.
I just can't use it anymore.
Why, when I'm tired, I just can't sleep. 
Can hear your wolves outside my door.
We've all missed out.
Were down and out.

You made your promises.
Sound so sweet.
And now there's nothing left.
Dead on my feet.
I'm dying on my feet.

We've all got a little piece of all.
All the places where we take the fall.
A little bit of whimsy soothes the soul.
A little bit of money pays the toll.
We're all let down.
We've all been around.

Brother, take this pain from me.
I just can't feel it anymore.
A lack of courage for the deed.
A lack of wisdom in the store.
We all rush round.
Their round about.

You took your promises.
And cast them to the wind..
You left me wondering...
Sounded so sweet.
Now, I'm dying on my feet.

You made your promises.
Sound so sweet.
And now there's nothing left.
Dead on my feet.
I'm dying on my feet.


Nibiru X and the Cataclysms

Dom Hobbs