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My Sleeping Star

Blue carbon is the term given to aquatic plant life absorbing carbon from our environment, thusly combatting climate change.  This track is as relaxing and flowing effortlessly as knowing nature is working to help us combat climate change.  It's never faltering beat combined with keys, synths & strings fuel a clean rejuvenation.

Blue Carbon

This is a laid back, acoustic track with harmony vocals. Beneath the quieter vibes there are some hidden edges to the lyrics which focus on maintaining your identity in the age of social media. Written for my daughters. If you are interested in licensing any lyrics, get in touch. Lyrics for this one are: 

Stop with the filtration 
Stop with the curation 
Stop all this rose tint lens
And the good time friends

Cut out the whitening 
Tone down the brightening 
Cut out the light ring
And the bling, bling, bling 

Turn off the cheap shots
Turn off the chat bots
Turn down the non-stop,
What’s hot, jack pots

Too much blah, blah, blah
So much nah, nah, nah
Bit much ooh, la, la
And the uh, uh, ah

No more buying all the glam 
I’m not falling for the same old scam
You don’t 
Make me
Who l am
Who I am
Who I am 

Enough with the click bait 
Enough of the deep fakes
Enough with the high stakes
And the toxic hate

Stop with the gaslight
Stop with the late night
Stop with this half life
All out of sight 

I see clearly through the sham 
No more falling for the same old scam
You don’t 
Make me 
Who I am
Who l am
Who I am

Start with the human touch 
Start with the positive
Starting to rise above
With the simple love

Bring up community
Bring up the listening
Bring on humility 
And some honesty 

I see clearly through the sham 
No more falling for the same old scam
You don’t 
Make me 
Who I am
Who l am
Who I am

Who I am (you don’t make me)

Die in Vain

Underneath the sterile lights
Lying still my breath is tight
A cold touch, a whispered lie,
Entire life flash before my eyes

Hidden world beneath my skin
Silent whispers screaming deep within
Every heartbeat every sigh
Protect a fantasy built on lies

As the chemicals flow
Unveil what no one knows 
Embrace the truth that shown
All is revealed as I glow

Sit in silence as secrets unfold
In neon light our stories are told
A mirror to my hidden honesty
And as for me I don’t like what I see

As the chemicals flow
Unveil what no one knows 
Embrace the truth that shown
All is revealed as I glow

Die In Vain

2077

Ce titre, composé en collaboration avec Myckaël Marcovic (paroles)https://soundcloud.com/myckael-marcovic/tracks, se veut un hymne à la liberté. Le refrain, à lui seul et magnifiquement écrit,  nous permet de comprendre l’essence du propos de ce titre et de ce que veut  dire le mot liberté. La musique, un peu rock, est allégée par des vents qui rappellent les belles années du groupe Chicago.
REFRAIN :
On n’emprisonne pas le vent…    venant de l’ouest ou du levant.
J’ai toujours été arrimée… aux ailes de la liberté.


This title, composed in collaboration with Myckaël Marcovic (lyrics), is intended as an hymn to freedom. The chorus, in itself and beautifully written, allows us to understand the essence of the purpose of this title and what the word freedom means. The music, a bit rock, is lightened by winds that remind of the beautiful years of the group Chicago.
CHORUS:
We can't imprison the wind... coming from the west or the 'levant' (french word for east, sunrise).
I have always been anchored... to the wings of freedom.






Musiciennes et musiciens :
Marie-Christine Tremblay : vocal
Myckaël Marcovic : Paroles
Denis Caouette : musique et arrangements, guitares, back vocals et programmation.
Marlène Claveau : Sax Alto
Michel Otis : Sax ténor et piano
André Lessard : Trompette
Martin Tremblay : Trombone
Frank Corneau : Basse
Jérôme Vandal : Batterie
Martin Larose (Studio Septentrio) : Réalisation

SI TU VEUX SAVOIR
A Dominique Briand
Myckaël Marcovic, le 28 juin 2020


Si tu veux savoir qui je suis
Suis les saisons, suis la rivière
Qui chante et danse dans son lit
Se riant des vaines colères.

Si tu veux savoir qui je suis
Essaie de suivre ce nuage
Qui a toujours la même envie
De caresser des paysages.

Si tu veux savoir qui je suis…    écoute le vent de la mer
Gonflant les voiles de ma vie…         pour une école buissonnière.

                                               
On n’emprisonne pas le vent
Venant de l’ouest ou du levant
J’ai toujours été arrimée
Aux ailes de la liberté

Si tu veux savoir qui je suis
Regarde encore dans ton miroir
Pour y retrouver l’utopie
Le cœur ardent de mon espoir

Si tu veux savoir qui je suis
Il te faudra de la patience
Car jamais mon cœur ne frémit
Pour ceux qui manquent d’élégance 

On n’emprisonne pas le vent
Venant de l’ouest ou du levant
J’ai toujours été arrimée
Aux ailes de la liberté…         

…aux ailes de la liberté…                     aux ailes de la liberté…


Si tu veux savoir qui je suis
Écoute le vent de la mer
Gonflant les voiles de ma vie
Pour une école buissonnière

On n’emprisonne pas le vent
Venant de l’ouest ou du levant
J’ai toujours été arrimée
Aux ailes de la liberté…
 
Maintenant tu sais qui je suis
Comme un bateau mi-eau, mi-air
Pleins de rêves inassouvis
Mais qu’aucun port ne pourra taire

Nannanananananana !

On n’emprisonne pas le vent…              on n’emprisonne pas le vent…

PHONOGRAPHE

Si tu veux savoir

Just another day in the life of a humble dictator.
He's down on his luck because he's lost his adherents, then goes on a date, then goes to a party where his traitors absconded to and passes out.
(Maybe the new guy found out how fickle the monkeys were identically....)

Lyrics:

It's going to be a lovely day
I feel it coming to the fore
This Adderall tastes like people need
To get out of my way
In the grocery store

My mood is my decision
And my decisions are generally pretty dark
She was asking for a body count
While on a date with a dictator
And i said i'd write it down
Once i got the figures later

As the weather outside grew stormy
We were discussing the means with regards to the ends
And the general zeitgeist
Billionaire techno-wizard freaks are not your friends
Neither are the normies
But the normies aren't giving masterclasses on the Antichrist

And while she was in Gravesend
Getting a purge of her follicles
She didn't mean to mock
But Disturbing naturally formed alluviums 
Is Almost as diabolical
As someone kicking your xeriscaping rocks
All over the sidewalk

And she said
After taking a breath
Life's daily demands 
Are just now not the same
Remember the early two thousands
When beating demons to death
With your bare hands
Was still a fictional video game

She'd had enough talk of killing
After flicking a piece of ash
She was such a vicious kidder
And then i really had going
A throbbing of my brain
Plus that feeling when
You need cash so bad
You're willing to be the lowest bidder
In an adversary supply chain

Water isn't clear 
But it seems clear because it filtered
What it wasn't clear to 
Which you then didn't evolve to see
What wasn't clear about her
Was that she doesn't kilter
To what would appear to be
What i was involved in
Enough to unequivocally agree

I then went to someone else’s circus 
And all of my fucking monkeys were there
Playing a diabolical form
Of political musical chairs

I'd had far too much of our host's brew
And dozed off as he prattled his parvenu 
Far on into the night
And coming to
I found it hard to believe
The change in his face
With the advent of dawn
His espirit de corps, 
His joie de vivre, 
His coup de grace, 
His deja vu
Were all categorically gone

467 : Not My Monkeys Not My Circus released September 14, 2025

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Not My Monkeys Not My Circus

Barnabus

Lost

Piano driven with a classical echo / influence - it cheers up towards the end :)
French Translation - PAS GRANDE SUPRISE
                                                                                                                                                                             She seldom laughs out loud now                   She’s not so very proud now 
Elle ne rit pas souvent maintentant               Elle n’est pas très fière maintentant
Appears so ill at ease                                        So very hard to please  
Semble si mal à l’aise                                        Si difficile à satisfaire                                                                                                                                                                      
Permits herself a smile                                     The shadow of beguile           
S’accorde un sourire	                                      L’ombre d’une séduction                                                                                                                                 

He seldom finds the time now                       To call “that friend of mine” now
Il trouve rarement le temps maintenant      Pour rapeller cet un des mes copaines maintenant
Trapped up in a circus                                      He swims towards the surface 
 Prisonier d’un cirque de farce	                     Il nage vers la surface  
Still struggling for air                                       He’s struggling to care 
Cherchant toujours son souffle	                     Il lui est de s’impliquer

God  knows it’s   - no big surprise   ,    one day to  -    open your eyes
Dieu sais c’est – pas grande surprise, un jour à ouvrir tes yeux
And wonder what you’re seeing,      And wonder where you’ve been
Et démandes toi ce que tu vois         Et demandes toi où tu as été
They know it’s   - no big surprise   ,           one day - to realise 
Ils savent que c’est – pas grande surprise, un jour - à realiser
That everything’s seem strange             and nothing’s really changed…………….
Que tous les choses semble étrange       et rien a vraiment changé
That said -         From time to time -   the tide will turn    - stars will align
Et bien,              de temps en temps - la mare tournera et les étoiles s’alignent
That’s better -   Blue’s in the sky -      The sun will set – guess the sun will rise
Ça c’est mieux – le ciel est bleu -        Le soliel se couchera – et je suppose se levera       
No big surprise--- God knows it’s ----- No big surprise ----- They know it’s --- No big surprise   
Pas grande suprise – Dieu sais c’est pas grande suprise – Ils savent que c’est – Pas grande surprise

No Big Surprise

Jay Olivine is Ziggy Stardust’s fourth favourite lyricist in Northeast Brisbane. 

He is a hitless wonder who scratches out demos in a dark booth beneath his kitchen. 

Sometimes he adds distortion to cover the snores of his dog. Sometimes he gets away with an acoustic number. 

His dream (not his dog’s dream) would be to license his lyrics to someone who would take them somewhere beautiful. He keeps dreaming. 

Olivine is a common green rock. Jay Olivine is not.