nice guitar playing  and smooth singing nice mix i like this song got character!

Some classic down on the farm country. OK!!!

Sounds like a classic country song with more power!)

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Cool song.  I like the groove of it and your storytelling is great!

Good intro, nice groove..Classic country lyrics, sang with the country twang..You do it well.

Nice country melody. Wow, great vocals. Nice lyrics. Keep it up. Dont stop doing music.

(Translation above)

Encore une merveilleuse musique que Debra Buesking https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking/ephemeral-piano-day-2022 m'a autorisé à paroler. Grâce lui soit rendue.

Another wonderful piece of music that Debra Buesking https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking/ephemeral-piano-day-2022 allowed me to write some words on it. Thanks be to her.

Le sablier cassé

Je t’ai laissée partir il y a 1000 ans
Avais-je tort ou raison ? Maintenant,
Je sens que le temps me fait des reproches
Sans aucune pitié.

Ma déraison avait-elle raison ?
Pourras-tu un jour me le pardonner ?
Car mon cœur me traite de tous les noms
Qu’il sort, tout chauds, de sa broche…

Mais, 1000 ans, c’est seulement hier
Et plus j’y pense, moins j’en suis fier.
Je voudrais retrouver le sablier
Pour l’arrêter, le casser !

Si j’arrivais à retourner le temps
Je n’y toucherais plus pendant 1000 ans
Mon cœur ne battra que pour te revoir
Il ne vivra que d’espoir

Si je ne te revois pas
Le monde ne sera
Qu’un désert inhabité
Qu’un sablier cassé…

Myckaël Marcovic le 22 septembre 2021


The broken hourglass

I let you go a thousand years ago
Was I right or wrong? Now,
I feel that time is reproaching me
Without any mercy.

Was my folly right?
Can you ever forgive me?
For my heart calls me all kinds of names
That it takes out, all hot, from its spit...

But, 1000 years, it is only yesterday
And the more I think about it, the less proud I am.
I would like to find the hourglass
To stop it, to break it!

If I could turn back time
I wouldn't touch it again for a thousand years
My heart will only beat to see you again
It will only live on hope

If I don't see you again
The world will be
An uninhabited desert
Only a broken hourglass...

Myckaël Marcovic on September 22, 2021

Le sablier cassé (Myckaël Marcovic / Debra Buesking) (new version)

miles away trees are dieing
and there is nothing we can
do about it.

miles away people are dieing
and there is nothing we can do about ii

there is nothing we do 
to stop this killing

generation lethargy
a generation in lethargy
there is nothing we can do abt it
fuck their world we care for ourselves

hope?

generation lethargy

Suns of Deflection - Generation Lethargy

2023/08/05
「白菊」, "white chrysanthemum".

Vol02

shiragiku

A classic tale of boy meets girl... girl meets technology... boy loses girl. That old chestnut...

[Hamilton County Line] That Damned Machine (Acoustic Version)

If the Romans had invented jazz music, they would have been swinging on 5/8.

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Pabulum, Baby!

Coming soon! We pretend to be fine.
There's a fire in the wastelands. What's mine?
Waste of time.
There's a fire.
We Survive.

There's a crack in the side of the farm.
You would think they'd run but they stay.
Waste the light.
Avoid the night.
Stay alive. 

There's a river that's flowing with gold.
That you get, when you're good, if you're old.
Waste of life.
Taste the Night.
Stoke the fire.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

There's a message we sent to the sky.
Imagine that wont be getting too far.
Trip the wire.
To the stars.
To the stars.

There's a man on the moon, and he's heating a Spoon.
As he looks sadly down on the earth.
There's a cow.
What's that now?
Holy cow.

Wee Willie runs through the town.
Crying loud as he seeks them all out.
Get to bed.
In your head.
Go to bed.

All you've got left are some rust, cans of peaches.
A pile of old vizzes and porn.
A fray bentos pie and your rosy complexion.
There's no one left you rely on. 

A bust of Beethoven, a packet of suet.
A commemorative plate, a Princess Di coin.
An overfilled ashtray, a battered red jumper.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

Interstellar... Toodle-oo

A nice happy song about walking home drunk

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Walking home alone
Drunk and counting stars
The wind it chills my bones
But the whiskey warms my heart
My friends tell me I'm prone
To cherishing my scars
And though I quite like being alone
That will only get me so far
And I know that I've come so far

Into the unknown
Just me against the dark
Got these two hands and these bones
Got the blood inside my heart
Into the unknown
Just me against the dark
Soon I will be home
But my keys are in the bar
Oh no!

Me Against The Dark

Momma’s Home Cook’n

Verse 1
Roosters crow’n with the morning light - and we rise at the brink of dawn
Coffees on hot and it’s say goodbye to tired eyes, get your britches on

Pre-Chorus 1
Fields need tending 
Horses need grain
Working hard in the Sun and the pouring rain
Tired as a dog at the end of the day
Then it’s grits - and we all
Come runnin

Chorus
Ohhh, it’s like a country song
And we’re all gonna sing along
We love Mommas home cooking
Daddy by the fire 
Drinking whiskey, telling stories
Till the night is gone 

Verse 2
Bareback on the trail and we’re riding high
That’s how it’s done here on long day stables 
Hauling to the shows another rodeo
Yeah, it’s on, and we’re running the table 

PreChorus 2
Driving all night 
Horses need grain
Riding hard in the sun and the pouring rain
Tired as a dog at the end of the day
Then it’s grits and we all come running

Chorus
Oh, it’s like a country song
And we’re all gonna sing along
We love Mommas home cooking
Daddy by the fire 
Drinking whiskey, telling stories
Till the night is gone 

Bridge into Solo
And we all come running home 

Verse 3
40 years later and I’m driving by but it’s gone, another subdivision
No fields, no silo, the barn and the house all gone, all gone

Outro
But in my memories,
The horses need grain, and we’re riding hard in the sun and the rain.
Im still tired as a dog at the end of the day
I yell grits, yeah, I’m always running home
And we all come running home

Personal Earthquakes

Momma's Home Cook'n

Mommas Home Cooking

Translation above

La Femme 

Quand devant moi se balance 
La femme 
Avec un regard qui lance 
Des flammes 
Je voudrais être celui 
Qui attend toute la nuit 
Que surgisse devant lui 
La femme, la femme 
Mais déjà elle m'abandonne
La femme
Pour celui qui éperonne
Son âme
Et je reste dans mon coin
Pendant qu’elle s'envole au loin
Comm’ les oiseaux au matin
La femme, la femme
 
Et quand je la sens qui frôle 
La femme 
Du bout des doigts mon épaule 
La femme 
Envoûté par sa prunelle 
Je me sens pousser des ailes 
Et je galope vers elle 
La femme, la femme 
Mais elle freine mon élan 
La femme 
Quand mon cœur incandescent 
S'enflamme 
Et je reste au garde à vous 
Comme au premier rendez-vous 
Pour éviter son courroux 
La femme, la femme 

Elle a fait de moi son jouet
La femme 
M'obligeant à l'appeler 
Madame 
Quand je rampe vers son lit
Et qu'elle sonne l'hallali 
Ell’ veut que je la supplie 
L'infâme, l'infâme 
Ell’ m'a mis autour du cou 
La femme 
UN collier orné de clous 
Quel drame 
Je me traîne à ses genoux 
Pour ses caresses et ses coups 
Ell’ me cloue et me décloue 
La femme, la femme
 
Mais je sais qu'un jour viendra 
La femme 
Qui mettra dans de beaux draps 
Mon âme 
De Toulouse ou bien de Lille 
D'Italie ou du Brésil 
Débarquera sur mon île 
La femme, la femme 
Ell’ se pendra à mon cou 
La femme 
Offrant son cœur à mon coup 
De lame 
Alors par un beau matin 
Mon pas à côté du sien 
J'Irai tenant par la main 
Ma femme, ma Femme.

Paroles de Lucien Corma, 03/2005

The Woman 

When before me sways 
the woman 
With a look that throws 
Flames 
I'd like to be the one 
Who waits all night 
For her to appear 
The woman, the woman 
But already she abandons me
the woman
For the one who spurs
Her soul
And I stay in my corner
While she flies away in the distance
Like birds in the morning
The woman, the woman
 
And when I feel her brush 
The woman 
With her fingertips on my shoulder 
the woman 
Bewitched by her eyes 
I feel myself grow wings 
And I gallop towards her 
The woman, the woman 
But she stops me 
the woman 
When my incandescent heart 
Goes up in flames 
And I stand at attention 
Like on a first date 
To avoid his wrath 
The woman, the woman 

She made me her plaything
the woman 
Forcing me to call her 
Madame 
When I crawl into bed
And she sounds the alarm 
She wants me to beg 
The infamous, the infamous 
She put around my neck 
the woman 
A studded necklace 
What a drama 
I crawl to her knees 
For her caresses and blows 
She nails me and unnails me 
The woman, the woman
 
But I know a day will come 
The woman 
Who'll get my soul 
My soul 
From Toulouse or Lille 
From Italy or Brazil 
Will land on my island 
The woman, the woman 
She'll hang around my neck 
The woman 
Offering her heart to my stroke 
Of my blade 
Then one fine morning 
My step beside hers 
I'll go holding hands 
Ma femme, ma Femme.

Lyrics by Lucien Corma, 03/2005
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 28/09/2023

La Femme (Lucien Corma / Myckaël Marcovic)

Just a casual recording in GarageBand. 🎸🎶☺️

Gary Moore - Parisienne Walkways (Solo) (2019)

This is my newest original song. This was all put together and recorded at home. I hope you enjoy!

What's Been Will Come

Songwriter, musician, doing what I can, with what I have, to show you how I feel.  Thanks for listening.

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Mommas Home Cooking

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