Love this song, excellent reworking of it... I'd luv to hear vocals added.... 👊🤘✌️

Great sound in general, very well mixed, good job

Damn man this was amazing 🤩 haven't heard the original one though but this hits

Demo Tape

All Hands - Grigg 💀 COMBSTEAD

"Summer Moon" (Jack Miller)
(c) 2023 Cenote Music

Summer Moon

"Cubic Xenakis", for mixed trio (Jack Miller)
(c) 2023 Cenote Music

CUBIC XENAKIS

Bandcamp : https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/grand-jacques
Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/album/6zPhVNteJQvn5hGge2ES4Q?si=dnha1llIQGeTU2oZsEYRKg
Translation above

Sur un texte de Christian Portet www.facebook.com/christian.portetmapage
Voix de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
Photo montage du Manneken Pis et de la statue de Jacques Brel par Tom Frantzen, à Bruxelles

GRAND JACQUES
Grand Jacques, enfant chéri des mers
Qui sent si bon la mort et la bière,
Ne me quitte pas avant mon dernier repas
À Amsterdam ou à Bruxelles. Je ne sais pas...

On n'oublie rien du plat pays de tes bourgeois :
Isabelle, Clara, Marieke avec Mathilde et La Fanette
Arrivent en passant par Vesoul sur la place des rois
Où les soirs d'été sont frais pour l'éclusier dans la tempête !

Les paumés d'un petit matin, creusés au froid d'une Belgique chienne, Refermeront les fenêtres sur les ivrognes solitaires aux prières païennes. Bergers amidonnés d'un vieux port en partance pour filles et chiens, Capitaines ou singes, bigotes irréfléchies comme biches de rien.

Ces gens-là, rassasiés de tango funèbre, ne pensent qu'au suivant,
Et qui pour des bonbons, en parlotant, finiront par oublier le fier moribond En sachant déjà pourtant que vieux, ils ne seront ni beaux, ni cons,
Et qu'un Don Quichotte à jeun pour un jour fera revenir leur maman.

Tu as quitté les risques du métier pour une aventure, aventure. Anarchiste chez Bonnot comme accordéon d'une valse à mille temps Pour une tendresse imaginée où les toros se fracassent contre les murs, Lucifer trop fragile sur ton cheval trop vrai pour faire pleurer les vivants !

Grand Jacques, enfant chéri des mers, Avec tes deux pianos et ton accordéon Quand tu rechantes ta chanson,
Tu sens si bon la mort et la bière...
La la la Grand Jacques La la la ...
Texte de Christian Portet
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 05/12/2023

With text by Christian Portet www.facebook.com/christian.portetmapage
Voices by Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
Photo montage of Manneken Pis and Jacques Brel statue by Tom Frantzen, Brussels

GRAND JACQUES
Grand Jacques, beloved child of the seas
Who smells so good of death and beer,
Don't leave me until my last meal
In Amsterdam or Brussels. Je ne sais pas...

We don't forget anything from the flat country of your bourgeois :
Isabelle, Clara, Marieke with Mathilde and La Fanette
Arrive via Vesoul on the Place des rois
Where summer evenings are cool for the lock-keeper in the storm!

The lost of an early morning, dug in the cold of a dogged Belgium, Will close the windows on the solitary drunkards with pagan prayers. Starched shepherds of an old port on their way to girls and dogs, Captains or monkeys, thoughtless bigots like deer of nothing.

These people, full of funeral tango, only think of the next,
And who, for the sake of candy, end up forgetting the proud moribund Knowing already that old, they'll be neither handsome nor stupid,
And that a sober Don Quixote for a day will bring back their mother.
You left the risks of the profession for an adventure, adventure. Anarchist at Bonnot's as accordion in a thousand-beat waltz For an imagined tenderness where toros smash against walls, Lucifer too fragile on your horse too true to make the living weep!

Grand Jacques, cherished child of the seas, 
With your two pianos and your accordion
When you sing your song again,
You smell so good of death and beer...
La la la Grand Jacques La la la la ...

Text by Christian Portet
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 05/12/2023

Grand Jacques (Christian Portet / Myckaël Marcovic feat. Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel)

“Outrun” is a retro-futuristic song that captures the thrill of driving fast in a neon-lit city. The song combines catchy synth melodies, pulsing bass lines and energetic drums to create a nostalgic and exhilarating atmosphere

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"Everyone wears a mask, only the real ones will remove it to show their true face"
-Johnnie Sinister

Snuff -Slipknot Cover (Reimagined)

When the world is at its darkest, and you are left to be the only shining light. All hope of humanity rests upon your shoulders...

Rebooted

Desolation

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Searching For A New Drug

A slow rock ballad, a trip in the clouds
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Clinging To The Clouds

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my little attempt to record 'yukon (interlude)' by joji

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Black & Red

Story
Biloko – A Legend of the Congo
Deep within the Ituri Forest, where light barely dares to penetrate and the trees whisper in ancient tongues, dwell the Biloko guardian spirits of the jungle, grotesque and powerful, born from the very soul of the earth.
They say they were once human, hunters who betrayed the forest out of greed. The jungle, wounded by their ambition, transformed them into eternal guardians: their bodies twisted, their eyes sunken, and their mouths filled with songs that only animals understand. Since then, the Biloko have watched over the natural treasures the flowers that heal, the trees that sing, the rivers that dream.
One day, a young man named Moke arrived in the forest, guided by tales of gold hidden beneath the roots of an ancient baobab tree. He ignored the elders' warnings, defied the rituals of respect, and ventured in alone, his heart filled with longing.
The forest received him in silence.
For three days, Moke wandered without finding anything. But on the fourth, he heard a strange melody, as if the wind were weeping. Following the sound, he reached the baobab tree. There, the Biloko awaited him. They did not attack him. They did not speak. They only gazed at him, and the entire forest went dark.
When Moke awoke, he was outside the forest. His body was unharmed, but his voice was gone. Since then, he wanders the villages, mute, his eyes filled with the jungle. No one knows what he saw. No one knows what he lost.

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Biloko

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