A very catchy po/rock song. The voice you hear was created through software (Emvoiceone-Jay), the result in my opinion is quite impressive. All tracks and sounds were chosen and programmed or played by myself. The guitar is a Burny RLC-60 (amazing)

Original, bold! Have you heard the latest Duran Duran album? It resembles your work.

(Translation above)
Chanson écrite dans le cadre des ateliers d'écriture de Claude Lemesle, immense parolier français, avec pour double thème : "Mamifestations" et "En surfant sur un mirage".
En hommage à Georges Brassens.

Mamifestations

En mars, au premier dimanche
Alors qu’il faisait frisquet
Rue des Gaules défilait
Un flot de mamies étranges
Pour la fête des grand-mères
Ell’s marchaient à moitié nues
Quell’ moitié était vêtue ?
Au choix de leur hémisphère !

Ah ! ces mamies
Ah ! ces fesses
Ah ! ces mamifestations !

Je voyais aux banderoles
Des slogans vindicatifs
Et des dessins suggestifs
Qu’on n’apprend pas à l’école
L’armée de gants de toilettes
Et de fesses amollies
Avait pour tout alibi
D’être encor’ apt’s aux courbettes
(ref)

Ell’s réclamaient sans vergogne
En rejetant l’air glaciair’
De pouvoir chauffer leur chair
De tout objet dans leur pogne
J’ pense à la cann’  de grand-mère
À la crosse en form’ de C
En train d’ranimer l’ point G
Et l’ point O de son derrière
 (ref)

Mais le faire avec l’arthrose
Ça fatigue les poignets
Et peut laisser par excès
Quelques plaies ou ecchymoses
Petits-enfants, pour offrandes
Laissez fleurs et chocolats
Offrez pour leur nirvana
Un gode à télécommande
(ref)

Mais pardonnez ces images
Dues à la consommation
De psychotropes qui m’ont
Fait surfer sur un mirage.

Salles manies
Manifestes
Salles manifestations !

Myckaël Marcovic, le 28 octobre 2021

Song written in the framework of the writing workshops of Claude Lemesle, immense French lyricist, with for double theme : "Mamifestations" and "En surfant sur un mirage".
In tribute to Georges Brassens.

Mamifestations

In March, on the first Sunday
While it was chilly
Rue des Gaules paraded
A stream of strange grannies
For the grandmother's day
They walked half naked
Which half was dressed?
To the choice of their hemisphere!

Ah ! these grannies
Ah! these buttocks
Ah ! these mamifestations !

I saw in the banners
Vindictive slogans
And suggestive drawings
That we don't learn at school
The army of toilet gloves
And softened buttocks
Had for all alibi
To be still apt to the bows
(ref)

They shamelessly claimed
By refusing the cold air
To be able to heat their flesh
Of any object in their fist
I think of grandma's cane
With the C-shaped stick
Reanimating the G-spot
And the O point of her butt
 (ref)

But doing it with arthritis
It tires the wrists
And can leave by excess
Some wounds or bruises
Grandchildren, for offerings
Leave flowers and chocolates
Offer for their nirvana
A remote control dildo
(ref)

But forgive these images
Due to the consumption
Of psychotropic drugs that made me
Made me surf on a mirage.

Bad manners
Obvious
Bad manifestations !

Myckaël Marcovic, October 28, 2021

Mamifestations

Walking With Rusty Bones

https://youtu.be/eH0Kaof0N4Y

Dedos de pan, es una extraña Rumba Flamenca Rock, cuya letra se inicia con un dicho popular, y luego desarrolla conceptos inspirados en el libro El Profeta de Khalil Gibrán, y en el estribillo repite dedos de pan, idea tomada de una fotografía en la que se observa a Pablo Picasso sentado a la mesa, con las manos colocadas de tal manera que sus dedos parecen ser panes puestos en la mesa. Todo eso fué inspiración para esta querida canción que compuse allá por el año 2003

Dedos de Pan

Una semilla es la sonrisa que crece en el corazón y florecen en los labios. Una semilla de tu sonrisa es lo que busco hoy, y germine en mis manos. Dedos de pan, para alimentar la libertad, y poder hallar alguna verdad que me ayude a seguir vivo. Dedos de pan, con aroma y sabor, para alimentar en el alma el color, que va a desatar la locura de mi sueño. Y en la mañana cuando despiertes, sabrás que el mundo sigue vivo y desea amarte. La tierra y el viento, anhelan tu cuerpo, desvestido el corazón se hace mas bello. Y una caricia, con fantasía, nos puede salvar del dolor y el sufrimiento. Una sonrisa de tu semilla es lo que quiero hoy y germine en mi cuerpo. Dedos de pan...

Bread Fingers

A seed is the smile that grows in the heart and blossoms on the lips. A seed of your smile is what I am looking for today, and it germinates in my hands. Fingers of bread, to feed freedom, and to find some truth that helps me stay alive. Fingers of bread, with aroma and flavor, to feed the color in the soul, which will unleash the madness of my dream. And in the morning when you wake up, you will know that the world is still alive and wants to love you. The earth and the wind yearn for your body, undressed the heart becomes more beautiful. And a caress, with fantasy, can save us from pain and suffering. A smile from your seed is what I want today and germinate in my body. Bread fingers...

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EL PROFETA

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio
soundcloud.com/woods_studio

Lyrics:

Lost little angel, you have left your heavenly host,
Oh little angel, perched upon your lonely post,
My little angel with your silver glow, all dusted by the snow.
Lost little angel, wonder how you came to be
The lovely crown that’s on the top of my Christmas tree?
Oh little angel please relate your tale, upon your goodness I will prevail.

You tell me that you have a heavenly assignment,
Lonely though it may appear to be.
Years ago you sowed the seeds of what turned into,
A wonderful eventuality.

Lost little angel you were part of a holy choir
Creating music that would set the suns on fire,
But on a blessed night you lost your way, 
While pursuing a star’s bright display.
You followed it until it led you to a place,
Where Endless God was finding birth in the human race,
The holy host had sought and found you there, 
And they joined in jubilation and prayer.

From that time forward you earned a special mission,
All the other angels did agree,
At Christmastime you would appear among the humans,
To help a lost and lonely one like me.

Lost little angel, guess you’re right where you should be,
Giving me guidance from the top of my Christmas tree,
Oh little angel you’re not lost at all, your serenity says it all.

Halle…  Halle… Hallelujah!

Lost Little Angel

#deb is a dark song. 

The name comes from the hashtag used on social media to find people suffering from depression (hence the cover image with a robot in trouble).

The first part of the song was composed for an Instagram reel using Renoise software(link for the video at the end). A few months later, the idea was revisited in Ableton Live and the result can be heard in this track.

I hope you enjoy it.

Link for the video:
https://www.instagram.com/tv/CfMHvXHDl-F/

#deb

Small Town Tales 
(Written by:  Eric Shay & Jeremy Brizzi)
 

Verse 1 
She likes a smalltown bar, a simple wink from afar 
Harmless, as her smile shifts. around the room, a sudden change 
A statement or a claim of innocence, I’m reassured but I feel strange 
In a room of strangers with dim lights 

PreChorus 
Monday winds downs 
My love for her is strong 
Deep inside I frown 
 
Chorus 
But I play along, bestowed upon these clowns 
Just one more drink 
I won’t stay long 

Verse 2 
Her words to me are real but left actions intertwined. 
With stares, drawn out hugs. flirtations to say the least 
To the small city streets that never cease to tell the tale beyond words 
Subtle and direct but never heard, or simple dismissal, her rejoice to be free 

PreChorus 
Monday winds downs 
My love for her is strong 
Deep inside I frown 
 
Chorus 
But I play along, bestowed upon these clowns 
Just one more drink 
I won’t stay long 

Bridge 
This bar stool is where we go to forget. 
And this ghost town is a place no one has left 

Chorus 
Just one more drink 
I won’t stay long

Small Town Tales (Bray & the Astral Projections)

...too catchy, therefore worthless...

The right day

The Right Day

We never seem to have some					
Some time for us
And when we do it’s always
Always never much

Let’s go on holiday							
Let’s go and runaway
We can be all alone
Sit on a beach all day
Whiling the time away
And switch of all of our phones

We should escape to somewhere					
Where we are free
Of all things that keep us
Just like empty trees

Let’s go on holiday							
Let’s go and runaway
We can be all alone
Sit on a beach all day
Whiling the time away
And switch of all of our phones

With you								
With you
I just want to be with you
Just two
Us two
It’s time for us to renew

Let’s go on holiday							
Let’s go and runaway
We can be all alone
Sit on a beach all day
Whiling the time away
And switch of all of our phones
 
With you								
With you
I just want to be with you
Just two
Us two
It’s time for us to renew

Although we live together						
Strangers are we
No time for growing flowers
To bloom eternally
Can’t you see
It must be

Let’s go on holiday							
Let’s go and runaway
Let’s go on holiday
Let’s go and runaway
Let’s go on holiday
Let’s go and runaway
Let’s go

Funky With You

Let's Go On Holiday

Mixed Frequencies by Chris Browne BrowneProject originally from the debut ''169'' album from 2011 in the early day's of Chris's musical journey this is a song about getting a tough day and this is the Remastered version it's available direct on Chris's BandCamp Music Page - https://browneproject.bandcamp.com/track/mixed-frequencies-remastered

Mixed Frequencies

BandCamp download

Mixed Frequencies (Remastered)

Electric guitar is absent --- Bass and Acoustic lead the way .
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I wish you were the one that could
Bring up the sun, instead
You bring out the dark and soot
Am I good enough for you? Am I good enough for you?
Put on a front, I hide
What's killing me most inside
Oh, I stay to myself, "I'm fine"
Is what I'd say to you, am I good enough for you?

Say that you'll be mine
Well you lied, well you lied
I tend to stay aside
While you try to be some kind

You were the one that would
Bring up the sun, instead
You bring out the dark and soot
Am I good enough for you? Am I good enough for you?

Say that you'll be mine
Well you lied, well you lied
I tend to stay aside
While you try to be some kind

All done, it's out there
And everything inside is just alright
Far from complete here
That's okay, I'm still alive, I fight
I fight

You were the one that could
Bring up the sun, instead
Oh, I stay to myself, "I'm fine"
Is what I'd say to you, am I good enough for you?

Some Kind

video: https://youtu.be/bo9ROimyZcM

A moment full of art
inspired by the longing of our loving hearts
engraved and incising for eternity
captured for our minds in our memories.

Hold me tight and give me a sign
I kiss you on your cheek for three times
One for the future and the things to come,
One for the past and the days are gone
One for this moment to hold the blast
to keep our love for everlast

We are the artists of this universe
create countless opportunities
do whatever we would like to do.
first we start to paint the sky blue  

Green we choose for the trees and the hope
Red for our love and the blossoms of the roses
White for the canvas, so innocent
On which we will keep everything  

Faithless lovers, always living in danger
When they ride down the river through the torrent of anger
We sail together through the im-penetrable tangle
let's take the feather to draw the guardian angel

following him now he protects our hearts
and leads our love to the Kingdom of art
where everything is possible
nothing remains improbable

A moment full of art
characterized by sympathy and harmony
how out of nothing we create this masterpiece
unprecedented crafted and designed with ease

Hold me tight and kiss me three times
For each kiss i will give you a rhyme
on the first i will play for you the glockenspiel
on the second kiss, a burst of crystal bells that peals
And the last kiss is a document of love
A picture of our life that holds this moment of art

A Moment Full Of Art

Oli Boli - A Moment Full Of Art

A Moment Full Of Art (Acoustc First Version)

Italian guitarist and musician from Rome. Starting from 2005 he played in various Italian heavy metal and rock bands, then becoming passionate about mixing and music production and being attracted by the use of new technologies in music, he decided to embark on a solo career. In 2023 he launches the Leekaja project, where he explores the potential of using virtual singers...

The Right Day

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