Great track..and really good lyrics (which can be the toughest part for some folks)..Good clear production

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this is soo good, the bass compliments the guitar so much

What a lovely and unexpected chord change!

(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)

Lyrics to the song: Awakening good feelings, fighting is part of life, and seeing the best of you. Cherish the bad and good times, if you think about giving up, think again! you are capable! Believe in yourself.

Real dreams, who believes what they point to?
I dreamed that I was better than today, maybe I am or not, but I live in peace.

Along the road of this life I reinvented myself, changing plans and moving away from the disguised ones.. Ah! How I got it right. I'm stronger now, I put pieces of myself together and remade my story, that's life.

Real dreams, who believes for what they achieve, I dreamed that I was better than today, maybe I am or not, but I live in peace.

Real dreams

If the Romans had invented jazz music, they would have been swinging on 5/8.

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A nice happy song about walking home drunk

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Walking home alone
Drunk and counting stars
The wind it chills my bones
But the whiskey warms my heart
My friends tell me I'm prone
To cherishing my scars
And though I quite like being alone
That will only get me so far
And I know that I've come so far

Into the unknown
Just me against the dark
Got these two hands and these bones
Got the blood inside my heart
Into the unknown
Just me against the dark
Soon I will be home
But my keys are in the bar
Oh no!

Me Against The Dark

I Got You On My Mind

(This is dedicated to my Step-Dad and to his battle with dementia.  It’s a song about time, how things are constantly changing, and yet, when you look in the mirror, there you are, and yet the decay, the age, mistakes and wisdom, one can hope, at the end of the day, no matter what has been had, what has been lost, you will have at least one thing, even if just a hand full, of beautiful memories…of people, pain, loss, love, hope, and everything in between.  Yet, for some, the curse is to look in the mirror and have nothing, to have lost it all, that sense of fear, grief, and frustration..  my step dad lost everyone in the end.  There were only two people he recognized.  My Mom and I - a blessing I will always be grateful to have had).  He was a beautiful man and this song, in all the irony of the lyrics, is for him.  

Verse
Was a time, a time to play, time to pray
All that time, what a waste, what a pity, oh fool, shake my walls, blow me down.

Just a face, unaware, just another day.
Just a phase, all we had, it’s a crime
oh pity, oh fool, mind your head when you fall 

Chorus 
But oh, one thing keeps coming back
I got you on my mind

Verse
In the dark, in the back, what a way to live, you a dance I could never forget, oh pity oh fool, tell me who I see now so

Like a dream, but nightmares are dreams too, in my head, but my mind I stilI find you, oh pity, oh fool, take my hand lead me out 

Chorus
But oh, one thing keeps coming back
I got you on my mind

Not a game, never same, we all fade away, but these tricks, it’s so hard to find you, oh pity oh fool, seems all is lost now

In the end, through the tears and the madness, find a smile as you echo among us, oh pity of fool, are you here with me now.  

Chorus 
But oh, one thing keeps coming back
I got you on my mind

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I've Got You On My Mind

I've Got You On My Mind (Ballad for Joe)

Translation above

La Femme 

Quand devant moi se balance 
La femme 
Avec un regard qui lance 
Des flammes 
Je voudrais être celui 
Qui attend toute la nuit 
Que surgisse devant lui 
La femme, la femme 
Mais déjà elle m'abandonne
La femme
Pour celui qui éperonne
Son âme
Et je reste dans mon coin
Pendant qu’elle s'envole au loin
Comm’ les oiseaux au matin
La femme, la femme
 
Et quand je la sens qui frôle 
La femme 
Du bout des doigts mon épaule 
La femme 
Envoûté par sa prunelle 
Je me sens pousser des ailes 
Et je galope vers elle 
La femme, la femme 
Mais elle freine mon élan 
La femme 
Quand mon cœur incandescent 
S'enflamme 
Et je reste au garde à vous 
Comme au premier rendez-vous 
Pour éviter son courroux 
La femme, la femme 

Elle a fait de moi son jouet
La femme 
M'obligeant à l'appeler 
Madame 
Quand je rampe vers son lit
Et qu'elle sonne l'hallali 
Ell’ veut que je la supplie 
L'infâme, l'infâme 
Ell’ m'a mis autour du cou 
La femme 
UN collier orné de clous 
Quel drame 
Je me traîne à ses genoux 
Pour ses caresses et ses coups 
Ell’ me cloue et me décloue 
La femme, la femme
 
Mais je sais qu'un jour viendra 
La femme 
Qui mettra dans de beaux draps 
Mon âme 
De Toulouse ou bien de Lille 
D'Italie ou du Brésil 
Débarquera sur mon île 
La femme, la femme 
Ell’ se pendra à mon cou 
La femme 
Offrant son cœur à mon coup 
De lame 
Alors par un beau matin 
Mon pas à côté du sien 
J'Irai tenant par la main 
Ma femme, ma Femme.

Paroles de Lucien Corma, 03/2005

The Woman 

When before me sways 
the woman 
With a look that throws 
Flames 
I'd like to be the one 
Who waits all night 
For her to appear 
The woman, the woman 
But already she abandons me
the woman
For the one who spurs
Her soul
And I stay in my corner
While she flies away in the distance
Like birds in the morning
The woman, the woman
 
And when I feel her brush 
The woman 
With her fingertips on my shoulder 
the woman 
Bewitched by her eyes 
I feel myself grow wings 
And I gallop towards her 
The woman, the woman 
But she stops me 
the woman 
When my incandescent heart 
Goes up in flames 
And I stand at attention 
Like on a first date 
To avoid his wrath 
The woman, the woman 

She made me her plaything
the woman 
Forcing me to call her 
Madame 
When I crawl into bed
And she sounds the alarm 
She wants me to beg 
The infamous, the infamous 
She put around my neck 
the woman 
A studded necklace 
What a drama 
I crawl to her knees 
For her caresses and blows 
She nails me and unnails me 
The woman, the woman
 
But I know a day will come 
The woman 
Who'll get my soul 
My soul 
From Toulouse or Lille 
From Italy or Brazil 
Will land on my island 
The woman, the woman 
She'll hang around my neck 
The woman 
Offering her heart to my stroke 
Of my blade 
Then one fine morning 
My step beside hers 
I'll go holding hands 
Ma femme, ma Femme.

Lyrics by Lucien Corma, 03/2005
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 28/09/2023

La Femme (Lucien Corma / Myckaël Marcovic)

Uh, well...maybe more like an alternative to alternative?

Waiting Too Long

Boomshanka.
Bazooka.
Balalaika.
Babushka.
Yeah.

Ravi Shankar.
Oil tanker.
Covid booster.
Tik Tokker.
Yeah.

I walk around this town, and I think no.

Rich man.
Fake tan.
Shadow ban.
Hangman.
Just yeah.

Dismisser.
Home improver.
School gate.
Kitchen chooser.
Yeah.

I walk around this town, and I...
Walk around this place, and I go...
Wander round this town I just go... no.

Oh, you Kate Bush.
Hindu Kush.
No rush.
Soft mush.
Oh, yeah.

Graduator.
Mediator.
Coupon saver.
Salivater.
Yeah.

I wander around this town and I think, not.

Oh, you pound shop.
Line trotter.
Wild eyed.
Harry Potter 
Yeah.

Lee Sharp.
Mott the Hoople.
Gary Cooper.
Storm trooper.
Yeah.

I walk around this town, and I...
Walk around this place, and I go...
Walk around this town, and I got.... nowt.

David Bowie.
All knowing.
Uncensored.
Tits showing.
Yeah.

Cocaine.
Brain drain.
Insane.
Michael Caine.
Oh, yeah.

Leftover.
Passover.
Hot stuff.
You're dog rough.
Oh, yeah.

Plastic blender.
Gift sender.
Gender bender.
Rabid dog.
Oh, yeah.

Michael Jackson.
Heart Attack.
Neil Buchanan.
Art attack.
Just... yeah.

Boomshanka.
Belly Dancer.
Balalaika.
Babushka.
Yeah.


This Town

Guitar and Bass by Robert Grigg
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Named after Nick’s childhood imaginary friend, Eleanor Collides started life as a lockdown project in March of 2021 when a group of London based musicians got together to support each other in writing, recording and releasing music. Named The MusiCollective, this group has produced acts such as Pisgah, Colin Tyler, Corporate Drone and Lucoline

'People Are Taller in Real Life',  the debut album by Eleanor Collides, falls somewhere between Indie, Alternative Rock and Dream Pop. On this album Nick draws on a wide range of influences from the 90s alt-rock of Alice In Chains and Hole, British Indie bands such as Manic Street Preachers and Depeche Mode's moody synth pop

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