fantastic as always, friend. Really great.

Hillarious and trippy, you really create unique song

interesting production, like the originality here

Very entertaining - would fit very well into Cabaret

Something different to start off the day. Very cool.

Never too soon to dwell on / what I'm leaving behind...

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Legacy

I love the smell of bread
the way that dandelions ride the wind
and sitting barefoot on a rock
as the sea lashes out to draw me in

I love the sound of rain
descending like a veil across the lake
the staredown from a crow
the chisel marks of revenant mistakes

and these are not all the things that I love

there’s the play of shade and light 
when a shiny car slinks down a row of trees
there’s the first sip from the coffee cup
and all the conversations had by strings and keys

the mossy darkness of the cellar stairs
just close your eyes
and every monster will smell of wine and cheese
fermenting plums and pears
those village skies
painting a stampede of galaxies

I love a bridge of stone
its arches getting stronger as we pass 
two lightnings crossing paths
running fingers through damp disheveled grass

I love a narrow street
with balconies parading many lives
slow Sunday afternoons
the chugging of a train when it arrives

and these are not all the things that I love

there’s the pepper and the salt
raining down on a steaming bowl of stew
birdsong threatening the morning calm
ships shimmering far off into the blue

the distant clamor of a busy square
just close your eyes
and every plan will seem made of matchstick hopes
with scotch-taped prayer
you hold your own hand
and even that’s not guaranteed

I love a mighty, fallen tree
that’s generously rotting in the shade
discolored postcards from long ago
rough carpets with edges that are frayed

and these are not all the things that I love
no, these are not all the things that I love
not all the things
not all the things

Not All The Things

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

Original composition…..Alejandro Gonzalez M.

Astolfo’s Ballade

"Hymen Amen” a bold exploration of breaking social taboos and revealing hidden truths. 

Their unique music composition, lyrics, and melodies empower and resonate with our inner wildness and freedom, breathing new life into old traditions. "Hymen Amen" is a poetic testament to their commitment to promoting love, interconnectedness, and change.

HYMEN AMEN

Edge Of The World

oh fearful symmetry 
sorry you no longer frighten me
strike the hammer
yank your chain
I know which one of us
has half a brain 

you made me 
now you’re just the venue
while I’m alive
I will contain you...

and it’s freeing, plenty freeing
now let me sing this into being:

everything’s a bucket
in the 5th dimension
ain’t you glad we’re seeing only four?

babe, when the going gets tough and
you feel miffed again shun
anyone who dishes out a cure

that’s just a bucket in the 5th dimension
(forget it, forget it, forget it!)
no-one’s ever needed more than four

red wheelbarrow
red wheelbarrow
so much of us depends upon 
rode on your angular indifference
until our riding days were done

some of us have you 
glazed in purpose 
some catch a sleigh to memory 
the fields don’t lie 
they won’t lie fallow
not after you 
not after me

now let me sing how everything
is just a bucket in the 5th dimension
ain’t you glad we’re seeing only four?

babe when the going gets rough 
and you’ve been stiffed again shun
anyone who offers you a cure, there’s no cure!

just a bucket in the 5th dimension
(forget it, might as well forget it!)
it’s better to have lived in only four
we’ll make do with four

The 5th Dimension

Ce titre, produit par le Projet Musicus, est  réarrangé par moi dans le style combo-jazz-classique pour mon duo avec Marie-Christine Tremblay : MCDC.  Il met en vedette Tim Morgan au piano;  Olivier Mallette à la batterie;  François Moisan à la basse et moi à la guitare. Avec la très belle réalisation studio de Martin Larose du STUDIO SEPTENTRIO la pièce nous plonge dans une douce nostalgie propice aux Temps des Fêtes. Bonne écoute et Joyeux Noël!!

This track, produced by the Musicus Project, is rearranged by me in the combo-jazz-classical style for my duo with Marie-Christine Tremblay: MCDC.  It stars Tim Morgan on piano;  Olivier Mallette on drums;  François Moisan on bass and me on guitar. With the beautiful studio work by Martin Larose of STUDIO SEPTENTRIO the piece plunges us into a sweet nostalgia conducive to the Holidays. Happy listening and Merry Christmas!!

Père-Noël arrive ce soir

Père-Noël arrive ce soir (Ft: Marie-Christine Tremblay)

Splic

Twist of Fate

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)

My second assignment for ThinkSpace Education's Orchestral Composition Bootcamp course.

Background image by Vogue0987 on Pixabay: https://bit.ly/41cL8CN

Stirred, Unshaken

The Long Way Home

feed the grind every day tiny bit of my spirit
the one they said was free to soar
back bent and my feet are sore 
I can sing it with the courage to hear it

no charge to enjoy the sun
no point lock yourself to land
make a wave with your mind not the hand
now take a break in your mind all done

then I then I then I did nothing for a while
then I traded a whisper for a smile
saw a movie where the sea met the sand
gave this song to the concession man 

chasing after the agreed upon dream it
made me so easy to sell to
paid ‘em credit on a future that fell through
now I’m trapped in the plaster and cement

still no charge to enjoy the sun
still no point in tie yourself to land 
make a wave with your mind not the hand  
now take the dream that your mind got done

then I then I then I did nothing for a while
and then I then I got an "oh, yeah!" for my style
read a book where the sky meets the sand
shared a joke with the concession man

oh yeah
had a word with the concession man
oh yeah
had a word with the concession man

put a message in a bottle on the surf it
said I gave my all in the dark
with a melody that carry a spark
this life, I’m still trying to deserve it

and no charge to enjoy the sun
and no point holding on to land
cut a path with your mind not the hand
now take the path that your mind got done
 
then I then I then I rested for a long while  
then I traded all my trophies for this isle
got a text from where the waves rub the sand
it was a message from the concession man:

he said, don’t look for me tomorrow
I’ve moved on and so should you
everything we’ve got is all borrowed
I've paid all my debts with some ocean blue

no charge to enjoy the sun
no point lock yourself to land
then I then I then I did 
nothing for a while

got all my riches from the concession man  
I have become the concession man

Concession Man

https://youtu.be/Or0RhzdSFEU
https://open.spotify.com/track/14VrC77MTwSnoFAnjEotPM

good morning boys and girls
I'm subbin' for Madame Delouse
here to teach you some basics
beyond tying your shoes

when you hang around grownups 
they'll pretend to have a clue
but just like you they know only
one way to tie a shoe

look around you and you'll get it:  
coup d'états, coup de grâce
there's just chaos, we all dread it
ooh là là, ooh là là
     
there's only one thing to learn
is how to steer your own ship 
let 'em teach you how  
then kick 'em in the shins and skip!

history is when 
a lotta nasty stuff happened
you'll need to hold onto mommy's hand
just to make it thru the blurb

and the future is where we pretend we have learned
but every nasty thing is gonna happen again 
and if we're lucky almost every nasty thing
is gonna happen again, and again

nevermind me, I'm just bitter
on this state of affairs
been on hold for a decade
to reach a soul that cares

in the meantime this planet 
got crazier still
when the principal fires me
just remember I was real

look around you and you'll get it:  
je n'sais pas! je n'sais quoi!
just death in where we're headed
ooh là là! ooh là là!

only one thing to learn—
how to work your own ship
let 'em show you how  
then give them the flip!

history is when 
a lotta nasty stuff happened
you'll need to hold onto mommy's hand
just to make it thru the blurb

the future is where we pretend we have learned
but every nasty thing is bound to happen again 
and if we're lucky almost every nasty thing
is gonna happen again and again

and again

History Lesson

up up up up up and away
Gom Jabbar come to light up your day
(dark rhymer)
I'm gonna be ya
best frenemy ya
can't afford to fail the test today
(shift-the-paradigm-er)

up up up up and away we go
Gom Jabbar come to light up your soul
(dark rhymer)
you're gonna hear a
spiritual mirror
making you befriend your fear 
make your path clearer
(gonna slice the beat everywhich way)
(1-2 1-2 1-2)

some try to hit it 
only one time for the record now
I'm always staring down
the big dark forever now
and any second now 
gonna pull the lever now
with the dam burst 
in the first verse 
the mainstay is my Mecca now

no fake allowed each take is how 
I knock it out it's painful 
like a root canal 
yet strangely entertainful
that's cause I'm taking you back
to when the rhymes were exact
and words had stresses
and intelligence impresses

it always does, cuz
it always can, fam
fill up your cup
then learn to distill in your own still
when you can hold your mind still
you'll see the minefield 
it's a divine shield
but its kernel is pure science

as for the buy-ins 
I'm not your leader
I'm your proctor 
I'll intercede if I see a bleeder
but I'm not a doctor
and if you can't handle the truth 
you'll be the truth's handle
cause cold reality's
inescapable like a vandal

lil' baby rappers—they shall pass
emo poppers—they too shall pass
trap hihatters—they too shall pass
true music is eternal 
it flows slowly, like glass
hey!

how many baby rappers does it take
to whine a hook 
that'll make you wanna throw a plate
(never do it for the money or the fame and all)
to emo out
that their little feelings have been hurt
then mumble out 
something undecipherably absurd
(I only sing into the deep dark forever now)
hey!

ye-ah-m
I only speak into the deep dark forev_
 
whoever said you only need one style
well I got many
and just like a bad penny
I turned up to tease the milleni-
-als I waltz, fill my hulls 
with glee and wild abandon
you think this shit is what
you still think that this shit is random?
(huh!)

well o-kay let me do it agai-
-n then I switch it up under your ga-
-ze and I promise this time I will ho-
-ld it till you get you do-
-pamine flow I mean glow 
like a scene in a mo-
-vie (some like it hot some like it gro-
-ovy)

lil' baby rappers—they shall pass
emo poppers—they too shall pass
mad hihatters—they too shall pass
true music is eternal 
it flows slowly, like glass
hey!

how many baby rappers does it take
to whine a hook 
that'll make you wanna throw a plate
(never do it for the money or the fame and all)
to emo out
that their little feelings have been hurt
then mumble out 
something undecipherably absurd
(I only sing into the deep dark forever now)
hey!

never do it for the money or the fame and all...
I only speak into the deep dark forever now

how many baby rappers does it take
to whine a hook 
that'll make you wanna throw a plate
(never do it for the money or the fame and all)
to emo out
that their little feelings have been hurt
then mumble out...

I only sing into the deep dark forever now.

How Many Baby Rappers

Lyrics Video: https://youtu.be/HNdnTTtcBeA

ooh-oooh-oooh oooh
ooh-oooh-oooh oooh

you will break out
of the house where the people and toys
and even the walls know your name

you will stake out
a new claim on an old and abandoned mine
all collapsed and decayed

then you’ll wait for your plot to start twisting
plant seeds in the rot
trust your system

but a movie is not how we roll
we just hang from the cliff,
never get back control

this world is so much smaller
than the movies would have you believe
and love—so much more of a mess
than the movies would have you believe

your talents—
they're worth so much less
than the movies would have you believe

you’ll need to grow much taller
than the movies would have you believe

there’s no payoff—
what you think you deserve will be gone in a blink
with the surf in an ocean of rain

you can’t stay off—
there’s no armor or charm or a prayer
or spell that can spare you the pain

no plot when the years start twisting 
and seeds grown in the rot
look to you for some wisdom

when you take on the voice of the pilot
will you color their skies in blue or in violet?

this world is so much smaller
than you think
so much more fragile
and a lot more insane

ooh-oooh-oooh oooh
ooh-oooh-oooh oooh

this world
has more superpower
than the movies would have you believe

and love—
so much more of a test
than the movies would have you believe

dreams—
worth so much less
than the movies would have you believe

you’ll taste a lot more that is sour 
and even more that is sweeter
than any old movie would have you believe

The Movies

Gom Jabbar is an unapologetic musical calamity from around the world.

http://gomjabbarmusic.com?utm_source=scp

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