Some nice vocals and harmonies on this tune, and like some of the guitar work here...

Very good and catchy indie vibes with so cool pace and vocals.

Reminds me of Dire Straits, awesome track

Love the rhythm, really carries me along, and the melody makes me want to sing with you (I'm not a good singer, though your energy really pops!). ⁓Rebecca

A 90s new man called Stan - The Gorings Mead One (Jagged Jazz re-fix)

Unknown Album

The Illusion of Security

Music and video composed and performed by me

Mixed and mastered by Fabio Ricchiardi https://www.instagram.com/fabioricchiardi/

Cover art si created by an AI named DALL-E

A Fast Ride In A Short Machine

I am in free fall and obsession,
I am a fool who knows not what to do.
Hear my silent pained confession,
the one who could not find his way to you.

Me, I'm just an echo
of the man I longed to be.
So far away, a stranger in so many ways.
A fading rumor, an empty phrase.

I'll put you off until tomorrow
and hope that some chance for us remains.
But that future has grown hollow,
choked by regrets that slowly stake their claim.

You have got my number,
you know, the one you never call.
My image fades, I've never held your smiling face...
now you're aglow in a distant place.

(C) This sense of denial, the roads I'll never walk again.
Our funeral, my trial, my hopes all bruised and bound and chained.

I'll wallow in inept confusion,
and pray for time to take me away
from my excuses and conclusions...
wasted years full of empty days.

We just never happened.
Nowhere is the nothing that we shared,
just hollow space, an unlit candle,
an empty vase on a table love never graced.

Soft War

Sense of Denial

Sense Of Denial (by John Ludi & Greg Kutcher as Soft War)

Translation above.

Sur le magnifique texte de Lucien Corma, un excellent auteur que je viens de découvrir.
Musique et voix : Myckaël Marcovic

Oublié

Une carte postale aux couleurs effacées
Envoyée par quelqu’un que je ne connais pas
Me dit que tout va bien, que tout est beau là-bas
Dans ce pays lointain que j’avais oublié

Seul dans cette maison où j’essaie de trouver
Un souvenir de moi un objet familier
Je ne vois sur les murs dans des cadres dorés
Que de fiers étrangers à jamais oubliés

Refrain
Oubliée ta voix
Oublié ton chant
Oublié ton rire emporté par le vent
Oubliée ta voix
Oublié ton chant
J’ai oublié ce que je savais de toi

Je suis parti un jour tout habillé de blanc
Je ne me souviens plus si quelqu’un m’attendait
La ville s’éloignait au bout des rails tremblants
J’ai laissé sur le quai un visage oublié

Tous ces gens que je croise à la tombée du soir
Ne savent pas qu’un jour moi aussi je nageais
Dans des eaux bien plus bleues que leur ciel de boulevard
Mais la plage est si loin qu’on l’a tous oubliée
(refrain)

La fraîcheur du matin engourdissait le port
Où le bateaux dansaient avec leurs ventres pleins
Le zigzag de ma vie s’échouait sur le corps
D’une sirène blonde qui me tendait la main

Dans un bar où dansaient des marins enfiévrés
Des filles à moitié nues montraient des dents de loups
Et leurs baisers brûlants me parfumaient le cou
M’emportaient hors du temps, me faisaient oublier
(refrain)
Oublier…

Un voyageur qui part, un autre qui revient
Se croisent sur le quai d’une gare endormie
Partir, puis revenir un jour au même point
Un soir au même point sur le i d’une vie

Paroles de Lucien Corma
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 31 janvier 2023

On the text of Lucien Corma, an excellent author that I have just discovered.
Music and voice : Myckaël Marcovic

Forgotten

A postcard with faded colors
Sent by someone I don't know
Telling me that all is well, that all is beautiful there
In this distant country that I had forgotten

Alone in this house where I try to find
A memory of me a familiar object
I see on the walls in golden frames
Only proud strangers forever forgotten

Refrain
Forgotten your voice
Forgotten your song
Forgotten your laughter carried by the wind
Forgotten your voice
Forgotten your song
I have forgotten what I knew of you

I left one day all dressed in white
I don't remember if anyone was waiting for me
The city was moving away at the end of the trembling rails
I left a forgotten face on the platform

All these people that I pass at nightfall
Do not know that one day I too was swimming
In waters much bluer than their sky of boulevard
But the beach is so far that we all forgot it
(refrain)

The freshness of the morning numbed the port
Where the boats danced with their full bellies
The zigzag of my life ran aground on the body
Of a blond mermaid who held out her hand to me

In a bar where fevered sailors danced
Half-naked girls were showing wolves' teeth
And their burning kisses perfumed my neck
Carried me out of time, made me forget
(refrain)
To forget...

A traveler who leaves, another who returns
Cross themselves on the platform of a sleeping station
To leave, then to return one day to the same point
One evening at the same point on the i of a life

Words by Lucien Corma
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 31 January 2023

Oublié (Lucien Corma / Myckaël Marcovic)

Honeyfuzz

The darkest dungeons in Pandemonium, a fallen angel.

Angel's Blood

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A song about always ending up where you started, despite how hard you try to escape

LYRICS:

Could have been a hurricane
A low flying jet plane
But it blew us all away
No, I don't know if I wanna go home
Don't know if I wanna go home
I know I don't wanna stay
here
with you
today
Here
with you
in pain

We were pulling on our loose threads
Making up our death beds
when the wind began to howl
Oh, we can't hide from the gathering storm
But can we gather in the towns we were born
and await our impending fates?
I'm here
with you
again
Again
I'm here
with you
No pain

I'm here
with you
again
I'm here
with you
No pain

No pain

No Pain

Relax

Dark Blood: Kill By Fire

Sojourn

MUSIC FOR THE THINKING FEW.

(NOTE: I only repost songs I REALLY like...and they usually don't involve an 808, misogyny or Autotune...and at my age I'm FAR more interested in quality connections with listeners than going "viral". ALSO: mostly an aging rock/folk/prog/indie guy...can't really judge or really relate to Hip-Hop, Auto-Tune and other more modern styles...sorry.)

John Ludi is a musician/singer-songwriter/cultural relic with a diverse and "arty" array of influences and lyrical interests who was "Indie" before the term even existed. Working outside of the music industry by choice has given Ludi the ability to release songs of a level of lyrical depth that are anathema to the current culture.  Ludi lives off-grid in a yurt in the woods of WI and finds the materialistic priorities of our civilization incredibly wrong and destructive.

Sense Of Denial (by John Ludi & Greg Kutcher as Soft War)

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