I Was Always There feat. Heather Hsieh

Tact; Franco Tartaglia, Paul Torpiano, Charles Cassar, Carl Matthew Camilleri
Film by Kenneth Scicluna & Klara Vassallo 
Recorded and Produced at Temple Studios

Catharsis

Tact - Catharsis

The Flight Of The Chicks

In the heart-wrenching aftermath of losing his partner to a relentless battle with cancer, a man found himself adrift in the vast emptiness of grief. The once vibrant colors of their shared life turned to muted shades, and the echoes of his partner's laughter haunted every corner of their home. The man, once grounded by love, became a nowhere-man, wandering through the days with a heavy heart and a sense of purpose lost. The weight of loss hung heavily upon him, casting a shadow over his every step. Friends reached out, but the fortress of grief he built around himself seemed impenetrable. In the silence of solitude, The man grappled with the void left by his partner's absence, navigating the world like a ship without a compass, lost and yearning for the anchor of love that had been cruelly taken away.

Nowhere Man

Nowhere Man Two - David Wurden (music),  Gary Hayward (lyrics and Vocals)

Translation above

Sur un texte de Georges Colleuil, https://www.georgescolleuil.com/
Musique et voix de Myckaël Marcovic, 31 janvier 2024
Photographie d'Étienne Carjat, 1871

À Rimbaud

Avec cette lueur pâle,
Qui donne à son teint de l’éclat
Avec dans tes yeux des étoiles
Tu ressembles à un Christ en croix
Et dans tes cheveux ces pétales
Cueillis au jardin que voilà
T’as plutôt l’air d’un Carnaval
D’une sorcière en plein sabbat
Avec tes ongles longs et sales
Et des bagues en fer à tes doigts
On croirait voir un animal
Qui mord, qui crie et qui aboie
Mais quand tu enlèves ton châle
Et que tu t’endors dans les bois
Ce qui est vieux, ce qui est sale
Crient leur lumièr’ d’un’ seule voix

Refrain :
Tout en haut de ton piédestal
Endormi par ces cris de joie
Tu ressembles au Dormeur du Val
Tes rêves s’envolent vers moi
Et quand tu remplaces le mal
Par tout le bien qui est en toi
Tu ressembles au Dormeur du Val
Tes rêves s’envolent vers moi

Debout comme une cathédrale
Enfonçant tes pieds dans un bois
Tes yeux s’ouvrent et c’est du cristal
Qui brille au-dessus de nos toits
Tes yeux s’ouvrent et s’ouvre le bal
Des roses et des baccarats
Éclatent alors mille cymbales
Cent trompettes et trois cents hautbois
Et le monde entier se trimbale
En dansant, et gardant le pas,
Les oiseaux forment une chorale
Et les fleurs un tapis de soie
Et les fleurs s’allongent immorales
Accueillant au creux de leurs bras
Les amoureux qui se régalent
À bouche en veux-tu ? En voilà !
(refrain)

With text by Georges Colleuil, https://www.georgescolleuil.com/
Music and voice by Myckaël Marcovic, January 31, 2024
Photograph by Étienne Carjat, 1871

To Rimbaud

With that pale glow,
That gives his complexion a glow
With stars in your eyes
You look like Christ on the cross
And in your hair those petals
Plucked from the garden
You look more like a Carnival
Like a witch on the Sabbath
With your long, dirty fingernails
And iron rings on your fingers
You look like an animal
Biting, screaming and barking
But when you take off your shawl
And fall asleep in the woods
What's old, what's dirty
Shout their light with one voice

Chorus :
Up on your pedestal
Asleep with these cries of joy
You look like the Dormeur du Val
Your dreams fly to me
And when you replace evil
With all the good in you
You look like the Dormeur du Val
Your dreams fly to me

Standing like a cathedral
Sinking your feet into a wood
Your eyes open and it's crystal
Shining above our roofs
Your eyes open and the ball opens
Roses and baccarats
A thousand cymbals burst
A hundred trumpets and three hundred oboes
And the whole world moves
Dancing, keeping step,
The birds form a choir
And the flowers a silken carpet
And the flowers lie immoral
Welcoming in their arms
Lovers who feast
Mouthfuls of love ? Here they are!
(chorus)

À Rimbaud (Georges Colleuil / Myckaël Marcovic)

Ink Creates the Lie

C'est La Vie

Waltz #4.
Background image by darksouls1 on Pixabay: https://bit.ly/3v0lC7X

La Quatrième Valse

A song about our insignificance in the universe

LYRICS:

Much older now
Repeating history
It holds us down
With uncertain victory
We claim to speak
For our friend and families
We bury deep
In our hearts and our memories

Behold the night!
In the light of a burning moon
A long goodbye
To seasons returning soon
A lover's sigh
On the breath of the morning air
A songbird's cry
In the silence that lingers there

We're just humans
Made of stardust
We're just humans
Made of stardust

Under evening skies
You were making demands
In the shadows where bad guys make their plans
And there was a thought
I was hoping to share
About the meaning of life
But that's not why we were there
You meant for the moon
To maintain your disguise
But the light was a gift
And it opened my eyes
Then I saw what we were
Tiny and small
An illusion of power
Because we're nothing at all
We're nothing at all

Behold the night
It ends too soon
The stars are fading
Into the dawn
The tired moon recedes

We're just humans
Made of stardust
We're just humans
Made of stardust

Humans

Miracle - Lyrics

I have been trying to hide what you did to me
I still can believe, what you did to me, what you did to me,  but WHY?

You been trying to hide what you did to me, but you know is true, what I felt before, WHAT?

I can´t pretend we aren´t hurt
We need a miracle to save our love
why can´t we pretend our love, when it was so beautiful, you left it aside 

I am wearing this mask now just to hide the true, that you never knew, you didnt have a clue    

Can you tell me, why you are acting so creep crazy, mother fucker, stop pretending, that you didn´t do what? tell me ! mother fucker

I can´t pretend we aren´t hurt
You need a miracle to save your life


I can afford to loose it all again, don´t let me fall again, I don´t even have a friend, CRY!
I am too proud to even start to crawl to you, have I lost my mind, did I commit a crime? shit shit! 

We can´t pretend we aren´t hurt
We need a miracle to save our love
Why can´t we pretend our love, when it was so beautiful, you left it aside 

Why?

Miracle

Our song for Litha, aka the Summer Solstice, is part of our album The Windmill of the Year. It celebrates Bridie, the overlighting Divine Feminine spirit of the land of Avalon. She is also the bride of the Lord of Summer, who we first introduced in our song Beltane (hear that here: https://soundcloud.com/annie-dieu-le-veut/beltane) 

The word “Solstice” means "Sun stands still” in Latin, as it appears to do, for three days, at both the Summer and Winter Solstices. At the Summer Solstice, around the 21st of June in the northern hemisphere, the North Pole is turned the most towards the sun, providing us here with the longest day of sunshine of the year. 

Lyrics and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, March 2024 

Music and Cover Art by APi_ZZ
© APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) March 2024 
You can visit APi_ZZ here. https://soundcloud.com/api_zz

WORDS
How grace You fair the Summerlands, 
when the Windmill slows to Your command. 
The tumbling tendrils of Your goldenrod hair, 
your perfumed breath through June's dawn air, 
and skies tinged with roses of Your cheeks pink, 
like apples honeying for ambered drink, 
while fragrant meadows sing with your springs...
and young cranes soar overhead with Your wings. 

These long, lilting Avalon days are Your behest 
To the Undeserving and alike, the Blessed. 
Even Chronos gives way to Your valse musette, 
and slows Time for your gentle, satined step,
where winter’s grief is swept away by Your mercy, 
and fairies dance through swaying sunflower leas
to your cooing, throbbing in the breasts of doves
making love, at this season, among the foxgloves. 

Your night-scented stocks open in pleasure 
like a choir, to Your starry vault of treasures. 
The evening blooms along the lanes and ridings, 
with aromas so pungent and dusky and enticing, 
reminding us of ancient ages, that Time forgot... 
of gentler, slower days and deeper thoughts, 
when a man’s dreams were valued more than gold, 
and a real song could birth new worlds from old. 

This is Avalon, raw earth of potter’s clay, 
where Bridie sleeps and dreams Her worlds into play.

Litha

Composer of theatrical style music with influences from Gershwin, Tori Amos, Max Richter, classical music and movie soundtracks.  I can create your backing track for any song you’ve composed, even just from a vocal recording.  www.langridgemusic.com

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