the space that defined us

For me, Rabbit on the Rooftop is more than just a song; it’s a chapter of life, an invitation to lift your gaze from routine and venture beyond imposed limits. This song is inspired by all the dreams and risks I’ve taken in life, by the freedom I feel when I’m in Italy, or when I lose myself in the chords of a jazz concert.

I’ve learned that life isn’t just about achieving success or stability; it’s about those moments when you listen to your heart and follow those wild impulses. The rabbit in the story is a part of me – that brave part that keeps dreaming and trying, even when it knows it might not reach the desired destination. This song is for everyone who still has a dream to chase, even if life’s paths have taken them elsewhere.

The jazz and folk in this song come from my love for freedom and spontaneity, the same things that draw me to live music and Italian culture every time. I’ve been playing piano since I was little, and I love to write down my thoughts, and, in a way, Rabbit on the Rooftop gathers everything I’ve lived: the unfulfilled love for Alessandro, the nights in Italy, and the smiles of the customers in my restaurant.

In the end, this song is an invitation: Hop little rabbit, don’t you ever stop. Get up and run after your dreams, even if everyone else tells you you’re crazy. Every step is a chapter in your story. I hope that, through this song, I can remind you that life is more than just a road... it’s an adventure.

Rabbit On The Rooftop

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

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

Memories

Elevated Mass

Modes About Me - Make You Mad

Album:
Happy Not Hateful

Guitar:
@themysteriousdecibel

Bass:
@thefunkykaiju

Producer:
tssrecording.com/

Lyrics:
I like to fight
because I like to make you mad
make you mad
cause it makes me feel better
apart even though we are together
don't start
cause it's kind of like forever
one, two, three more times
and I can feel myself grow
will you be my valentine
watch me as I row
across the ocean on a boat
look at the moon
look at the sky
take another fucking flight 
right into your eye

we got cups
trucks
cheap beer
good luck
when we in the barn
we turn up
cause we work hard
and we give no fucks
who the little lady with the short shorts on
do a little spin take them bad boys off
five outta Ten 
but imma take her home yeah
girls out here know how to get down man
remember when the lantern fell
burnt the place down
with the flames of hell
remember when we blamed the horse
now he's glue to hang a memory 
of them at the morgue yeah yeah
I can still smell the smell
and the screams
they echo in unison

Happy Not Hateful

Make You Mad

Song composed & created by The Boilerman
Eric created & plays: all distorted lead guitar
Eric created & mix's: all drum, bass, ambient & Synth
Sergiyaro created & sings: all vocals
Production by E.H.T Studios
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