Hyperion

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/la-mar-e-est-en-noir
Translation above

Sur un magnifique texte de Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre-Loussot à propos du naufrage en 1978 de l'AMOCO Cadiz près de Portsall, en Bretagne. Survenu après ceux du Torrey Canyon (mars 1967), l’Olympic Bravery (janvier 1976), le Boehlen (octobre 1976)

Musique et voix : Myckaël Marcovic
Music and vocals : Myckaël Marcovic

La marée est en noir

La mer cinglait à corps et à cris
Sous un ciel chargé de gribouillis
Toutes les mouettes et les cormorans
Semblaient noyés dans le mauvais temps.

Un pétrolier gouvernail cassé
Impossible de le remorquer
Un rocher éventra ses cloisons
La cargaison largua son poison.

Refrain :
La marée est en noir
Ça coule, ça pue, ça poisse
Bouquet de noce qui ancre sa crasse

Portsall, port digne de ton blason
Ce jour-là, tu portais bien ton nom.
Sombre terminal par accident.
Tombeau des mouettes et des cormorans.

Vomi de marée qui s’amarre
le soleil couchait dans un sang noir.
Une armada de cirés bretons
Ont relevé manches et mentons

(Refrain)

Breizh partageait les larmes de fiel
Des éboueurs peinant sur leur pelle.
Qui serraient les dents se rappelant
Déjà trois marées noires en dix ans  

Malgré les linceuls de cet or noir
Qui se sont gravés dans les mémoires
Les marchés de la consommation
Vont de déraisons en déraisons

(Refrain)

Paroles de Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre et Myckaël Marcovic, 
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 05 juillet 2024

Based on a magnificent text by Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre-Loussot on the 1978 sinking of the AMOCO Cadiz near Portsall, Brittany. This followed the sinking of the Torrey Canyon (March 1967), the Olympic Bravery (January 1976) and the Boehlen (October 1976).

The tide is in black

The sea was screaming its head off
Under a doodle-laden sky
All the seagulls and cormorants
Seemed drowned in the bad weather.

A tanker with a broken rudder
Impossible to tow
A rock ripped open its bulkheads
The cargo dropped its poison.

Refrain :
The tide is black
It sinks, it stinks, it poisons
Bouquet de noce qui ancre sa crasse

Portsall, port worthy of your coat of arms
that day, you lived up to your name.
Dark terminal by accident.
Grave of seagulls and cormorants.

Mooring tidal vomit
the sun set in black blood.
an armada of Breton oilskins
rolled up sleeves and chins

(Refrain)

Breizh shared the tears of gall
Of garbage men toiling on their shovels.
Who gritted their teeth remembering
Three black tides in ten years  

Despite the shrouds of this black gold
etched in our memories
Consumer markets
From disappointment to disappointment

(Refrain)

Words by Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre and Myckaël Marcovic, 
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, July 05, 2024

La marée est en noir (Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre-Loussot / Myckaël Marcovic)

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/la-faute-au-cerveau
Translation above.

https://soundcloud.com/lionel-abbou m'a fait l'honneur de mettre en musique mon texte et de le chanter.

C’est la faute au cerveau

On n’est jamais content
De son physique
On est trop p’tit, on est trop grand
C’est pas pratique
On est trop mince, on est trop gros
Ou trop chétif, ou ramollo
C’est la faute (ter)
aux kilos

On n’est jamais content
De son physique
On est trop noir, on est trop blanc
C’est pathétique
On manque de grâce, de biscotos
On est tordu comme un ragot
C’est la faute (ter)
aux photos

Refrain :
Mais rien n’est un défaut
Qu’on se trouve moche ou beau 
Quel que soit le tableau
C’est la faute (ter)
au cerveau

Il y a toujours bien mieux
Que son physique
On est trop jeune, on est trop vieux
Chronillogique
Les cheveux tombent incognito
La calvitie, ça fait vieillot
Viv’ la boule (ter) 
à zéro
(refrain)

Quand on se sent trop vieille
Monogamique
Que la peau s’emplit de dentelles
Trop archaïques
Pour ne plus voir ces rides en trop
Et fair’ de l’œil aux hidalgos
Bistouri (ter)
À gogo
(refrain)

Myckaël Marcovic, le 24 juillet 2020
Musique de Lionel Abbou, 27 mai 2024

Lionel Abbou did me the honor of setting my text to music and singing it.

It's the brain's fault

You're never happy
With the way you look
You're too small, you're too big
It's not practical
You're too thin, you're too fat
Or too sickly or too soft
It's the fault (ter)
the kilos

You're never happy
With the way you look
You're too black, you're too white
It's pathetic
We lack grace, biscotos
We're as twisted as gossip
It's the fault (ter)
to the pictures

Refrain :
But nothing is a flaw
Whether you think you're ugly or beautiful 
Whatever the picture
It's the fault (ter)
the brain

There's always something better
Than your looks
You're too young, you're too old
Chronillogic
Hair falls out incognito
Baldness is old-fashioned
Viv' la boule (ter) 
to zero
(refrain)

When you feel too old
Monogamous
When the skin fills with lace
Too archaic
To stop seeing those extra wrinkles
And wink at the hidalgos
Bistouri (ter)
In spades
(refrain)

Myckaël Marcovic, July 24, 2020
Music by Lionel Abbou, May 27, 2024

La faute au cerveau (Myckaël Marcovic / Lionel Abbou) feat. Lionel Abbou

Rock ballad by John Hardman (vocals/guitars/keys)
(c) (p) Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories

Love Ain't Ever Been Here Before

L' enfance, ces années de douceur et d'insouciance qui ne reviendront plus, mais qui restent un repère pour moi, dans ce monde de plus en plus violent.
 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6NHDJIGNV2o
Paroles:
Châteaux de sable, à l'abandon,
Des vents tournants dans les saisons,
Promesses hâtives autour d'un feu,
Lueurs étranges au fond des yeux.
Car l'enfance a de ses batailles,
Traces de poudre et d'épouvantail,
Et les oiseaux de ma jeunesse,
Ont fait nid de nos dernières tresses.
Redécouvrir l'innocence,
Des mots douceurs de son enfance,
Maitresse à tout jamais des lieux,
Privilégiés de nos adieux.
Retrouver l'amour perdu,
Le tout premier qu'on a connu,
Celui qui murmura un jour,
l'éternité des mots velours.
Soldats de plomb dans une cour,
Soldats de feu du temps qui court,
Peintures de guerre, hache enterrée,
Billes échangées, dans le secret.
Car l'enfance a de ses partages,
Quand on part on risque naufrage.
Mais les marins de ma jeunesse,
Hissent les voiles de la tendresse.
Redécouvrir l'innocence,
Des mots douceurs de son enfance,
Maitresse à tout jamais des lieux,
Privilégiés de nos adieux.
Retrouver l'amour perdu,
Le tout premier qu'on a connu,
Celui qui murmura un jour,
L'éternité des mots velours.
Redécouvrir l'innocence,
Des mots douceurs de son enfance,
Retrouver l'amour perdu,
Le tout premier qu'on a connu,
Celui qui murmura un jour,
L'éternité des mots velours.
Celui qui murmura un jour,
L'éternité des mots velours.
Châteaux de sable, à l'abandon,
Des vents tournants dans les saisons.

Christian PERUTI

Les mots velours

If you do a murder ballad, you have to do it to the end. Raw and unfinished for the moment :)

Lyrics:
Lalalalala Young Matthew was singing
Out in the fields on this beautiful morning
He was crouching on the ground in the back of the shed
That was when Ian’s sickle landed into his head

Oh God cried Ian, as he fell to his knees
This was all an accident and I’m begging Lord please
Don’t let anyone tell his family
And He shoved Matthew’s poor corpse under a tree
      
Old Natty Mac Bride was having a fine day
Til’ she found her son’s body and the two parts of his head
And  when 1she caught a glimpse of  Ian running on the hill
She made a vow of revenge and decided to kill

Natty McBride, full of rage and confusion
Ran to the next house with a knife in her hand
And the young girl that was unfortunate enough to be there
Ended up her poor life nailed at the top of the stairs

Revenge breeds revenge and it’s as blind as it gets
But not as blind as Natty, who was as blind as a bat
The house that sgha attacked was not Ian’s at all
And the price of her error was soon to befall.

Old Natty was first, and then others fell fast,
It’s quite amusing that Matthew stood last
And his demise was the end of the town of Turnstead
As there was no one left to bury the dead

The Sickle (demo)

Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/pero-abuelo-ver-texto

Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/pero-abueloversion-original-ver-texto

Para escuchar la versión HD  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/pero-abuelo-hd

PERO ABUELO…

Yo no sé si, hasta donde te encuentras,
alcanzará el eco de mi canción
me ilusionaría que así fuera
porque desde hace tiempo en mi interior
impulsado por una gran fuerza
algo me obliga a darte una razón 
a por qué renegué de tu enseña
cuando hoy es, sin duda, mi pasión.

Hoy comprendo lo que tú querías
y he de reconocer que te fallé
lo vi en tus ojos sin alegría
cuando tus enseñanzas rechacé.

Estribillo

Pero abuelo… sólo era un niño
que siempre pensaba en jugar
a vaqueros contra los indios
algo muy lógico a mi edad
pues cuando se es un chiquillo
eres ave sin libertad
que espera el mínimo descuido
para abrir alas y escapar.

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Yo sé que te marchaste del mundo
con el pesar de la fatalidad
te hubiera gustado que los tuyos, 
cuando llegara la hora de marchar,
se quedaran con tus atributos
pero el destino no hizo realidad
tu intención y, al final, en ninguno
anidó tu bagaje musical.

Hoy abuelo marcho tras tus pasos
y si quiero triunfar he de luchar
estoy seguro que de tu mano
mi misión no podría fracasar.

Estribillo

BUT GRANDFATHER…

I don't know if, as far as you are,
the echo of my song will reach
I would be delighted if it were so
because for a long time inside me
driven by a great force
something forces me to give you a reason
for why I renounced your teaching
when today it is, without a doubt, my passion.

Today I understand what you wanted
and I must admit that I failed you
I saw it in your joyless eyes
when I rejected your teachings.

Chorus

But grandfather… I was just a child
who always thought about playing
cowboys against the Indians
something very logical at my age
because when you are a child
you are a bird without freedom
that waits for the slightest carelessness
to open its wings and escape.

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I know that you left the world
with the regret of fate
you would have liked that your loved ones,
when the time came to leave,
would stay with your attributes
but destiny did not make your intention come true
and, in the end, in none
of them did your musical baggage nest.

Today, grandfather, I follow in your footsteps
and if I want to succeed I must fight
I am sure that with your hand
my mission could not fail.

Chorus

Pero Abuelo... (Feat. Hugo Iglesias Olmos)

Hank Williams - I'm so lonesome I could cry

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/le-sommeil-du-matamore
translation above
Texte et voix de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic
Illustration d'Annie Madec

Le sommeil du matamore

Messieurs, mesdames, mon moi et moi
Vont vous chanter leur oraison
Que j’ai vécue, enfant de chœur,
Dans mon sommeil de matamore

Je moissonne des capucines,
Des mandragores de couleur
Les soirs de brume sur la colline
Sur des losanges de sept lieues

Je pense à des mots de saisons
Comme l’amour jamais cassé
Comme l’extase des matins
Comme la pitié un vendredi

Je traverse des macadams
Dans des souliers de carabin
Rouges qui exhalent la mort 
Comm’ les bottes de Saint-Pierre

Les moralistes, parlons-en !
Ils nous tartinent le melon !
Allez pointer, mais allez donc
À vos comptoirs de xénophobes

Les prophètes ont signé un pacte :
Ces fous de Dieu qui puent de l’âme
Et qui refoulent du malheur,
Sonnent les cloches de leurs blâmes

Ils sont tous là comme des loups
Fumant des pieds sur leur empire
Pour Dieu, la mort c’est l’habitude
De nettoyer ses souvenirs

Quand la lumière se fait courage
C’est toujours l’autre qui a tort
Il n’aime que ce qu’il ignore
Ses essuie-glaces sont en panne

Tous leurs couloirs cassent la vie
Avec leurs portes colmatées
Surtout la nuit, elles me font mal.
Et j’entends ricaner les hyènes

Messieurs, mesdames, mon moi et moi
Vous ont chanté leur oraison
Que j’ai vécue, enfant de chœur,
Dans mon sommeil de matamore

Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel, 25 07 2024
Musique : Myckaël Marcovic, 7 août 2024

The matamore's sleep

Gentlemen, ladies, me and I
Will sing you their oration
That I lived, choirboy,
In my matamore sleep

I harvest nasturtiums,
Colored mandragores
On foggy evenings on the hill
On seven-league rhombuses

I think of seasonal words
Like love never broken
Like the ecstasy of mornings
Like pity on a Friday

I cross macadams
In red shoes
Red with the smell of death 
Like Saint Peter's boots

Let's talk about moralists!
They're spreading the melon!
Go and punch the clock
To your xenophobic counters

The prophets have signed a pact:
God-fearing fools who stink of the soul
And repress misfortune,
Ring out their bells of blame

They're all out there like wolves
Smoking their empire with their feet
For God, death is the habit
To cleanse one's memories

When light becomes courage
It's always the other who's wrong
He only loves what he doesn't know
His windshield wipers are out of order

All their corridors break life
With their clogged doors
Especially at night, they hurt me.
And I hear the hyenas cackling

Gentlemen, ladies, me and I
Have sung their oration to you
That I lived, choirboy,
In my matamore sleep

Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel, 25 07 2024
Music : Myckaël Marcovic, August 7, 2024

Translated with DeepL.com (free version)

Le sommeil du matamore (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic), feat Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel

Introduction in English:
Some of my friends accuse me of having a longing for death or even of glorifying death. In fact, I often deal with death in my lyrics - as I do in this song and the whole album that will be released in the next 12 to 15 months. 
But as with previous songs, I always say that I can enjoy life all the more by fully accepting death as an inevitable reality. Many people who try to suppress this fact constantly feel an underlying, agonising fear that tends to keep them away from the wonderful aspects of life. 
In addition, recognising that death is a constant companion from birth leads to even more profound gratitude for every day that I am allowed to live. 
The song ‘Rendezvous with Death’ was written at a time when I was at an important turning point in my life. During this phase, I realised that I had to let some things ‘die’ in order to continue living well. In this respect, this in-depth rendezvous was necessary in order to move forward again. Another example of how death and life are inextricably linked.


Lyrics in English

Rendezvous with Death

The dead comes very quietly
He sneaks up behind you unnoticed
He has stolen your lifelong dream
So don't even start making plans for the future

In the most beautiful kiss he takes your joy
In the greatest rush of life he simply unplugs you

He cradles you gently in his lap, lulls your mind, sings you to sleep
Before you awake, he draws you all the way in to himself 

He is waiting for you in the treetop 
Lean in, he takes you to himself
With every branch he has already grasped you
The dead

Deutscher Originaltext

Rendezvous mit dem Tod

Der Tod kommt auf ganz leisen Sohlen
Er schleicht sich unbemerkt von hinten an
Er hat Dir Deinen Lebentraum gestohlen
Drum‘ fang‘ erst gar nicht mit Zukunftsplänen an

Im schönsten Kuss nimmt er Dir Deine Freude
Im größten Rausch des Lebens stöpselt er Dich einfach aus

Er wiegt Dich sanft in seinem Schoß, lullt Dich ein, singt Dich in den Schlaf
Bevor Du erwachst zieht er Dich ganz zu sich hinein 

In der Baumkrone erwartet er Dich 
Lehn Dich an, er nimmt Dich zu sich
Mit jedem Ast hat er Dich schon erfasst
Der Tod

Rendezvous mit dem Tod (Rendezvous with the dead)

Rendez-vous mit dem Tod (Rendez-vous with Death)

This great Eagles and Paul Carrick song needs to be recirculated. Try the Bix simple approach with keyboard only.

Love Will Keep Us Alive. Bix and a piano.

Folk Rock and glitchy electro. Everything here is DIY, composed, written , produced, played and sung by me unless mentioned otherwise. The weird instrument you hear in a lot of my tracks is not an harmonica or an accordion, it's a melodica.

My first EP is available on all platforms: https://ffm.to/sailors-ep

If you want to chat, I'm on bluesky most of the time, there's a very nice musician community over there.

Open for collabs, don't hesitate to reach me by DM if you need a voice on the lower ends :)

Hank Williams - I'm so lonesome I could cry

Antoine Guigan