Elle était si belle Elise 
Dans notre banlieue grise
La beauté celte mêlée au soleil de l'Italie
Pas un garçon qui n'en fut amoureux ...
Et voilà que je la revois, 20 ans après
Le coeur en miette mais toujours aussi belle ...

RETURN OF A 70s GODDESS

FALSO IN GLUCOSIO è il terzo singolo di Pietro Labonia con l'etichetta discografica RHOON RECORDS. In collaborazione con Tonio Carnevale (Foto), Fabricio Ariel Sarmiento (Mastering), Emmanuele Rossi e Gianluca Giurin (Percussioni).

Immaginate uno scenario in cui viene commesso un reato grave e che il solo
modo per reagire sia quello di affidarsi alla giustizia.
Allo stesso modo immaginate che quella giustizia cambi parametri di giudizio in
base a chi si ha di fronte.
Il concetto di “due pesi e due misure”, in fondo, è quasi antico come il mondo e
crea ingiustizie ogni giorno.
Nasce così FALSO IN GLUCOSIO, che prendendo spunto da un ispiratissimo De
André nella sua iconica ”Un giudice”, batte e si batte per mettere in luce tutti gli
aspetti più oscuri di un perbenismo che agisce nella sua naturale ipocrisia e che
si cura solo del pettegolezzo stesso…
E la giustizia? Beh, la giustizia è quasi un inno a chi grida di più o forse a chi
grida meglio.
Il vestito del folklore è quello più adatto alla fattispecie e vengono usati tanti
accordi, altrettanti ritmi e metafore per descrivere la velocità della società al
passo coi tempi, una società caotica, che non ha tempo per fermarsi a scavare
per cercare la verità o anche soltanto per posarsi su una semplice nota.
L’ironia e il sarcasmo si rivelano essere gli unici modi per combattere questa
tendenza.
Non resta dunque che ascoltare la vicenda del goloso e le caramelle per basarvi
sui fatti e non sulle dicerie di paese.
A voi l’ardua sentenza.

Falso in glucosio

finale

Paroles, musique et voix : Myckaël Marcovic
Lyrics, music, and vocals : Myckaël Marcovic
Illustration : Canva
Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/intl-fr/album/2kv3BwWE6Dia941fIJka98
Bandcamp : https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/en-dessous-de-tout
YouTube : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=suBobhTPbU8&list=OLAK5uy_ncq2k_NNGBb6wyTgV1U7vA64e7OvfmUzc
Deezer : https://www.deezer.com/fr/album/868633202
Apple music : https://music.apple.com/fr/album/en-dessous-de-tout-single/1858628201
Tidal : https://tidal.com/artist/18332689

(translation above)
J'ai déjà écrit des textes en 5 minutes. Mais celui-ci, 100% bio, m'aura demandé 64 ans ! 64 ans et 57 minutes. Âmes sensibles s'abstenir.
Paroles, musique et chant : Myckaël Marcovic

En dessous de tout

Je suis né d’un père incongru
Sur une mère labourée
De coups de reins en coups de pieds
Histoire de varier le menu

Chargée d’alcool et de ménage
Ma mère astiquait sa prison
Les trois filles et les trois garçons
Flottaient au gré de ses naufrages

Refrain :
Moi, j’étais en dessous de tout
Dans l’innocence de mon enfance
Dans l’impuissance de ces grands fous
Et l’amour pleurait leur absence

Un juge vous a séparés
Plus de famille, que des copeaux
Qui sortaient sans but du rabot
Qu’une étrange pension a glanés

Pendant quatre ans je fus sauvé
Je n’ai plus vu de mare de sang
Mais sans parents, même inconscients
Qui sait pourquoi un jour il est né ?
(refrain)

Les années ont fait leur chemin
Aux quatre coins des frères et sœurs
Moi, j’ai pris la vie comme un leurre
Dans le grincement de mes moulins

Si l’on me pose la question :
Soit sur l’absence de leur présence
Ou la présence de leur absence ?
Permettez cette ultime précision :

Refrain :
Puisque vos tombes vous vont bien
Que la vérité tombe enfin
Vous étiez en dessous de tout
Comme aujourd’hui dans vos deux trous

I've written songs in five minutes before. But this one, 100% bio, took me 64 years! 64 years and 57 minutes. Not for the faint-hearted.
Lyrics, music, and vocals: Myckaël Marcovic

Below everything

I was born to an incongruous father
And a mother battered
By blows and kicks
Just to vary the menu

Loaded with alcohol and housework
My mother polished her prison
The three girls and three boys
Floated along with her shipwrecks

Chorus:
I was below everything
In the innocence of my childhood
In the powerlessness of these crazy adults
And love cried for their absence

A judge separated you
No more family, just shavings
That came out aimlessly from the plane
That a strange boarding school gleaned

For four years I was saved
I no longer saw pools of blood
But without parents, even unconscious ones
Who knows why one day he was born?
(chorus)

The years have taken their toll
On the four corners of brothers and sisters
I took life as a decoy
In the grinding of my mills

If I am asked the question:
Either about the absence of their presence
Or the presence of their absence?
Allow me this final clarification:

Chorus:
Since your graves suit you well
Let the truth finally come out
You were beneath everything
As you are today in your two holes

Translated with DeepL.com (free version)

En dessous de tout

Living my life the way i need because im looking for love
i know some people are still lokking for it up above
you need to look inside your own heart and see that you are rich
when you realise with real eyes that you're not a glitch

dont let society convince you that you are not enough
because most of them they wish you waste your time on the couch
only heaven above knows how you feel and what you wish the world to be
so dont let anything in your mind take over and you'll be free

Singing a song today because i want to express my joy
i want to share some love around me and let you enjoy
the sun is shining, birds are flying, its vibrating my roots
it feels like i am flaoting in the air and this is so good

dont lose your faith because you cant touch what you're looking for
you need to open up your mind and let love love love
dont your beleive you need to know this is about your soul
we're like flowers in a storm, we can get back in control

One day evil will confess
one day people will be speechless
one day evil will regress
one day people, righteousness..

One Day

"Last Christmas With You" is a song about longing, hope, and waiting for someone to return—inspired by countless stories of people separated from their loved ones by war. Set in a melancholic East Prussian folk music aesthetic, the track blends traditional instruments like accordion, violin, and guitar with a deeply emotional narrative.
A soldier’s voice, hoping to reunite in the snow, is accompanied by a tender female voice and a violin carrying the melody like a memory through the cold. "Last Christmas With You" is a listening experience that asks the universal question: "How many Christmases do we spend far from those we love?"

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"Last Christmas With You" ist ein Lied über Sehnsucht, Hoffnung und das Warten auf Rückkehr – inspiriert von den unzähligen Geschichten von Menschen, die im Krieg von ihren Lieben getrennt wurden. Eingebettet in eine melancholische, ostpreußische Volksmusik-Ästhetik, verbindet der Song traditionelle Instrumente wie Akkordeon, Violine und Gitarre mit einer tief emotionalen Erzählung.
Die Stimme eines Soldaten, der im Schnee auf ein Wiedersehen hofft, wird begleitet von einer zarten Frauenstimme und einer Geige, die die Melodie wie eine Erinnerung durch die Kälte trägt. "Last Christmas With You" ist ein Hörerlebnis, das die universelle Frage stellt: "Wie viele Weihnachten verbringen wir fern von denen, die wir lieben?"

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lyrics:

[Verse]
All this snow
Falling like we never know
Time to run
Go
And save the soul
Hope to see you soon
We keep the silence
It's better for the kids
No sirens
So afraid for you
Please don't die
Love
I wish it wasn't true
I hope that I can hold you

[Chorus]
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you

[Verse]
This red sky
Coming over me at night
Can't run 'cause it ain't my life
I'm supposed to wait for you
I'ma sit here
Stay inside
And hold on to my Christ
I can't take it no more
No
I pray that I can hold you

[Chorus]
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you

[Verse]
She said
"I just wanted to write you and say I'm alive
Where are you
Babe?
And I really miss you
I hope that this war can be done before Christmas
Please be safe and get back to the kids
I need to hold you
I'm losing it
And I'm holding on to the thought of being with you"

[Chorus]
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you

[Verse]
So I write back
"My dear
I'm alive
I'm here
And I miss you
Love
And I'm holding on to the thought of being with you"

[Chorus]
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you
Next Christmas
Next Christmas
Next Christmas with you


Last Christmas With You

Discover These Guitars Say Sorry's newest raw, stripped-back offering: "Never a Hero (Acoustic)." This intimate, emotional folk ballad features profound singer-songwriter storytelling anchored by the lead artist's sole acoustic guitar performance. The track is beautifully enhanced by the stunning, minimal Meredith Rausch backing vocals, creating a vulnerable, reflective listening experience. Ideal for listeners seeking intense lyrical depth and solo acoustic music. A must-hear indie folk track for Damien Rice and Bon Iver fans.

Lyrics

Throws his legs off the edge of his bed
A day by himself is what he expects
His eyes and smile, they’re just the same
The rest of him beaten and fallen with age

He was never a hero
No not for one day
He was never a hero
No not for one day

Looks in the cupboard for his cheap tin mask
Why does he wear it? Why do you ask?
The light inside is broken but he still works
The sunshine and the sadness just make it worse

He was never a hero
No not for one day
He was never a hero
No not for one day

La la la la la la
La la la la la la

Like war and peace and love and hate
He left them with the milk at the garden gate
The sound of trumpets ring in his ears
The man who fears nothing has nothing but fears

He was never a hero
No not for one day
He was never a hero
No not for one day

Never a Hero (Raw Acoustic Singer-Songwriter) - These Guitars Say Sorry | Indie Folk Ballad

"I Remember the Long Summer Days" is a folk/noir ballad drawing on the storytelling depth of 1940s chanson and the raw edge of dark folk. Created as a sonic companion to a pivotal literary scene, the song captures a final peaceful walk through snow-covered fields before an impending escape—a moment of quiet intimacy between father and daughter, suspended between memory and farewell.
With its smoky baritone vocals, fingerpicked guitar, cello, and distant accordion, the track balances melancholy and solace, weaving the warmth of past summers into the cold certainty of departure. This piece is part of the transmedia project "Hinter uns das Land" (biographical novel + music), exploring themes of loss, family, and resilience in times of upheaval.

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I Remember the Long Summer Days" ist eine folk/noir-Ballade, die musikalisch Anklänge an die erzählerische Tiefe der 1940er-Jahre-Chansons und den rauen Charme des Dark Folk aufgreift. Das Lied entstand als Klangbild zu einer literarischen Szene: Ein letzter friedlicher Spaziergang über verschneite Felder, kurz vor der Flucht – ein Moment der Stille und Innigkeit zwischen Vater und Tochter, der Erinnerung und Abschied in sich trägt.
Die rauchige Bariton-Stimme, begleitet von fingergezupfter Gitarre, Cello und einem fernen Akkordeon, schafft eine Atmosphäre zwischen Melancholie und Trost. Inspiriert von der Stille vor dem Aufbruch, verbindet der Track die Wärme vergangener Sommertage mit der Kälte des Winters – und der Gewissheit, dass manche Orte bald nur noch Erinnerung sein werden.
Diese Aufnahme ist Teil des transmedialen Projekts "Hinter uns das Land" (biografischer Roman + Musik), das Geschichten von Verlust, Familie und Widerstand in einer Zeit des Umbruchs erzählt. 


lyrics:

The air is icy, and the sun hangs like a pale smudge in the sky. The snow-covered meadow lies silent and still beneath a gray veil. A light wind whistles through the bare branches of the ancient oaks, carrying the scent of frost and burnt wood.

Inge walks with her father across the meadow. His steps are strong and steady, but his face is shadowed by a heavy weight of sadness.
"Do you see the peat cut over there, Inge?" he asks, pointing with a slender finger to a dark gap in the white expanse. "That’s where we used to warm our feet."
Inge nods. She remembers the warm ash filling the air, the strong smell of burning peat, the heavy sacks they carried together. It was hard work, but it was also a time of togetherness and joy.

They continue through the deep snow of the forest. The trees stand like giant guardians around them, their branches laden with thick blankets of snow, appearing as silver ghosts in the faint light.

Inge feels the cold in her fingers. It is a bitter winter, but in her heart, a warm fire of memory burns.
"I remember the long summer days in the forest, Father," she says, looking into his eyes. "The happy picnics with the family, the little berries we picked, the long walks through the woods."
Her father smiles softly. "Yes, Inge," he says. "Those were beautiful times. But time moves on, Inge. And we must go with it."

They stand on a small hill. The view stretches far over the estate. The houses lie quiet in the snow. Smoke from the chimneys rises slowly into the cold air.
Inge feels a heavy lump in her throat. She knows this is her last walk across the estate. Soon, it will be only a memory.
"I will never forget you, Father," she says, her voice quiet and sad.
Her father puts his arm around her. "Nor will I ever forget you, Inge," he says, holding her close. "You are my little girl. And you will always remain in my heart.


I Remember the Long Summer Days  (From the Original Novel Soundtrack)

Aroma

Ein Sprung in den Himmel (Original 1941 Memories)

Beschreibung: „Ein Sprung in den Himmel“ ist ein nostalgisches Heimatlied im Stil der 1930er-Jahre – komponiert als zentrales Element des Soundtracks zum biografischen Roman Hinter uns das Land von Frank Talmon l’Armée.

Dieser Song fungiert als akustisches Zeitdokument innerhalb des zweiten Albums Flight of the Light. Er vereint verblasste Agfa-Klangwelten – mit Zither, Akkordeon und authentischem Shellac-Knistern – mit sentimentalem Gesang.

Die Geschichte dahinter: Wir schreiben den Sommer 1941. Während die Welt um sie herum im Krieg versinkt, erleben Inge und ihre Freundinnen am Warschkeiter See in Ostpreußen einen letzten, trügerischen Moment der Unschuld. Es ist das "Auge des Sturms" – eine Oase der Hoffnung und des Lachens, bevor die Realität der Flucht (Buch 3) die Idylle endgültig zerbrechen lässt.

Ein Lied wie eine vergilbte Postkarte: Wunderschön, zerbrechlich und unwiederbringlich.

Credits: Musik & Produktion: Beyond & Before Music Text & Konzept: Frank Talmon l’Armée Roman: Hinter uns das Land (Buch 2: Flucht des Lichts)

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Ein Sprung in den Himmel (A Leap into the Sky) – 1941 Vintage Memory

Description: Note: This track is presented exclusively in its original German version to maintain historical authenticity.

"Ein Sprung in den Himmel" (A Leap into the Sky) is a nostalgic "Heimatlied" in the style of the 1930s/40s, composed for the soundtrack of the biographical novel The Land Behind Us (Hinter uns das Land) by Frank Talmon l’Armée.

Featured on the album Flight of the Light (Book 2), this song serves as a musical time capsule. Blending faded zither melodies, gentle accordion, and authentic shellac vinyl crackle, it captures a fleeting moment of peace.

The Story: It is the summer of 1941 in East Prussia. While the war rages on the horizon, the protagonist Inge and her friends find a sanctuary at Warschkeiter Lake. For one afternoon, they laugh, swim, and ignore the looming darkness. This song represents the "calm before the storm"—a fragile memory of innocence that makes the subsequent tragedy of the escape all the more poignant.

Credits: Music & Production: Beyond & Before Music Lyrics & Concept: Frank Talmon l’Armée Based on the novel: The Land Behind Us

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Die Sonne steht hoch überm Warschkeiter See
Kein Wölkchen ist heute zu sehn
Wir laufen barfuß durchs hohe Gras
Die Sorgen, sie bleiben bestehn – am Ufer zurück
Heute zählt nur der Augenblick.

Ein Sprung in den Himmel, ins glitzernde Blau
Das Wasser, es küsst unsre Haut
Wir lachen und träumen, die Welt ist so weit
Vergessen ist Dunkelheit, vergessen die Zeit
Nur wir und das Wasser, so klar und so rein
Lass diesen Tag heute ewig sein.

Auf nackten Schultern das Sonnenlicht
Wir teilen das frische Brot
Anna erzählt vom Theater in der Stadt
Vom Glanz und vom Abendrot
Wir singen ganz leise, fast wie ein Gebet
Ein Lied, das der Wind verweht.

Wir singen von "Tipperary", ganz fern und doch nah
Da bleibt ein Soldat kurz stehn
Wir halten den Atem an, das Herz klopft so laut
Doch er lacht nur im Weitergehn
Ein kurzes Nicken, kein böses Wort
Der Krieg scheint für uns noch so weit fort.

Ein Sprung in den Himmel, ins glitzernde Blau
Das Wasser, es küsst unsre Haut
Wir lachen und träumen, die Welt ist so weit
Vergessen ist Dunkelheit, vergessen die Zeit
Nur wir und das Wasser, so klar und so rein
Lass diesen Tag heute ewig sein.

Wird es jemals wieder so sein?
Ein Tag aus Gold und Blau...

Ein Sprung in den Himmel

THE WHEELS és una banda mallorquina de PSICODELIA-POP. El 2014
publicaren el seu primer EP "GREAT FRUSTRATIONS”. Un any després
va arribar "BORN TO FLY", el seu primer treball llarg. Els dos varen ésser molt ben rebuts per la crítica especialitzada.
Les seves cançons es caracteritzen per la qualitat de les melodies, sovint harmonitzades, amb un aire nostàlgic que podria translladar-nos als anys seixanta, però amb un so molt actual que els acosta a grups de la nova generació neopsicodèlica, com  TAME IMPALA, TEMPLES o FOXYGEN.

Mr Hyde 

The Wheels - Mr Hyde

FIRA B! és una plataforma impulsada per l’Institut d’Estudis Baleàrics per a la difusió de la música i les arts escèniques balears amb l’objectiu de donar-les a conèixer en l’àmbit local, estatal i internacional i potenciar la contractació d’espectacles; alhora, es fomentaran les relacions de col·laboració bilaterals entre professionals d’aquest àmbit de diversos territoris.

The Wheels - Mr Hyde

Fira B!

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