Hummingbird

(Translation above)
Chanson écrite dans le cadre des ateliers d'écriture de Claude Lemesle, immense parolier français, avec pour double thème : "Mamifestations" et "En surfant sur un mirage".
En hommage à Georges Brassens.

Mamifestations

En mars, au premier dimanche
Alors qu’il faisait frisquet
Rue des Gaules défilait
Un flot de mamies étranges
Pour la fête des grand-mères
Ell’s marchaient à moitié nues
Quell’ moitié était vêtue ?
Au choix de leur hémisphère !

Ah ! ces mamies
Ah ! ces fesses
Ah ! ces mamifestations !

Je voyais aux banderoles
Des slogans vindicatifs
Et des dessins suggestifs
Qu’on n’apprend pas à l’école
L’armée de gants de toilettes
Et de fesses amollies
Avait pour tout alibi
D’être encor’ apt’s aux courbettes
(ref)

Ell’s réclamaient sans vergogne
En rejetant l’air glaciair’
De pouvoir chauffer leur chair
De tout objet dans leur pogne
J’ pense à la cann’  de grand-mère
À la crosse en form’ de C
En train d’ranimer l’ point G
Et l’ point O de son derrière
 (ref)

Mais le faire avec l’arthrose
Ça fatigue les poignets
Et peut laisser par excès
Quelques plaies ou ecchymoses
Petits-enfants, pour offrandes
Laissez fleurs et chocolats
Offrez pour leur nirvana
Un gode à télécommande
(ref)

Mais pardonnez ces images
Dues à la consommation
De psychotropes qui m’ont
Fait surfer sur un mirage.

Salles manies
Manifestes
Salles manifestations !

Myckaël Marcovic, le 28 octobre 2021

Song written in the framework of the writing workshops of Claude Lemesle, immense French lyricist, with for double theme : "Mamifestations" and "En surfant sur un mirage".
In tribute to Georges Brassens.

Mamifestations

In March, on the first Sunday
While it was chilly
Rue des Gaules paraded
A stream of strange grannies
For the grandmother's day
They walked half naked
Which half was dressed?
To the choice of their hemisphere!

Ah ! these grannies
Ah! these buttocks
Ah ! these mamifestations !

I saw in the banners
Vindictive slogans
And suggestive drawings
That we don't learn at school
The army of toilet gloves
And softened buttocks
Had for all alibi
To be still apt to the bows
(ref)

They shamelessly claimed
By refusing the cold air
To be able to heat their flesh
Of any object in their fist
I think of grandma's cane
With the C-shaped stick
Reanimating the G-spot
And the O point of her butt
 (ref)

But doing it with arthritis
It tires the wrists
And can leave by excess
Some wounds or bruises
Grandchildren, for offerings
Leave flowers and chocolates
Offer for their nirvana
A remote control dildo
(ref)

But forgive these images
Due to the consumption
Of psychotropic drugs that made me
Made me surf on a mirage.

Bad manners
Obvious
Bad manifestations !

Myckaël Marcovic, October 28, 2021

Mamifestations

"Dinner Chats: Together" 
Music composed by Dika Chartoff. 
Performed by Clare Longendyke and Amir Farid. 
Mostly Modern Festival in Saratoga Springs at the Arthur Zankel Hall, Summer 2022
Video of Dinner Chats https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ol1xFzLd-3I
Copyright 2022 ASCAP

Together

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio
soundcloud.com/woods_studio

Written for all my beloved pals from the 70's and dedicated to 364 Sunnyside Ave.

Lyrics:

Stand up my friends and we’ll raise a glass again
To the days when we all were shining
We won’t pretend that we’ll never reach the end
But it’s gold from our past we’ll be mining.

Turn around and then we’re reaching, 3 score and 10,
During all that time we’ve had some grieving.
Nonetheless today we only have bright words to say,
Hearts, high, we hold those troubles at bay.

Stand up my friends and we’ll raise a glass again
To the days when we were a-shining.
We might pretend that we’ll never reach the end
And it’s gold from our past that we’re mining.

Time Warp dancin’ days with our laughter on display
When we shared that shabby palace near the parkside.
Crushes at a cost, some affairs were won and lost,
Hearts, high, we learned about lovin’ and pride.

Stand up my friends and we’ll raise a glass again
To the days when we all were shining.
We will pretend that we’ll never reach the end
Of that gold from our past that we’re mining.

European trails were the stuff of taller tales,
Days when our feet found new horizons.
Drivers would succumb to the spell of our golden thumb,
Hearts, high, we rolled into the vanishing sun.

Sit down my friends and we’ll tell them all over again
All those stories ‘bout when we were shining.
No need to pretend that we’ll never reach the end
Of the gold from our past that we’re mining.
And it’s gold in our hearts we’re refining.
Ooo – ooo – ooo.

Shining

Vid of this recording: https://youtu.be/AfVl-Pi4EG8

Places That We Kissed (rough demo)

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio
@woods_studio

Lyrics:

Salted wind is spraying, troubled mind is graying,
Apprehensive praying, shore of stone and clay.
Now the fog is forming, hides the lonely morning,
Heart without its warming, numb before the day.

There was an uncertain sign, 
Stars that wouldn’t align in their common display,
A storm that swallowed the night, 
Full of thunder and might,
And a blazing pathway.  (Instrumental)

It was an ominous sign, 
Stars that wouldn’t align in their common display,
A storm that swallowed the night, 
Full of thunder and light,
And a flaming doorway.

A solitary vision, feelings in remission,
Emotional collision, head of stone and clay,
Now the fog is forming, hides the lonely morning,
Heart without its warming, numb before the day.
Ooooh

Numb Before The Day

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