Découvert sur le fil d'actualité. Belle écriture et parfaite réalisation. Joli travail plaisant à écouter. Bravo.

Le son est si pur malgré la noirceur de la musique et du texte bien écrit .

Superbe collaboration dark très captivante quel son de tuerie et votre chant est parfait Bravo à vous deux !!

brilliant song and vibe , by the way i hate christmas , this sums it up very well

It's a little late for a Christmas song, but it still sounds nice! Dark as the shortest December nights.

Thanks for sharing this and Amen. Be blessed and so true!!Amen. Glory be to Almighty God for His redemption and commitment to bring us to a better life. Thanks for sharing this and Amen. Be blessed and so true!!

Amen. Glory be to Almighty God for His redemption and commitment to bring us to a better life. Thanks for sharing this and Amen.

Soar High Whispers

Modes About Me and Temp Friend Agency - Slingshot

Song 4

Slingshot

170BPM

AMAJOR

Lyrics

I've been looking from above on pride rock
I got king in my blood but it's locked up
Mud in the vain like Layne
And Ima go down in the same way 
I pray that I never gotta prey 
Cause when I gotta prey
It comes a little late
I stress from the same shit daily
Thick headed 
And I Find out the hard way
And I pray that I never gotta prey 
Cause when I gotta prey
It comes a little late

Two birds one stone 
Is lousy expression 
If you want my opinion 
I’ll give you a confession 
I don’t think a bird deserves 
To be hurt mercilessly 
Mark and I will fuck your shit up
Happily 

David and Goliath
Pulling out a slingshot
Wouldn’t be such a bad idea 
If only you were smaller 
I could see your point 
But you’re fighting in the wrong
And you’re leaving me no choice
No choice
(You’re leaving me no choice)

Two birds one stone 
Is lousy expression 
If you want my opinion 
I’ll give you a confession 
I don’t think a bird deserves 
To be hurt mercilessly 
Mark and I will fuck your shit up
Happily 

What is happiness without a little love?
Slingshot

I need a nap
Cause I'm feeling my old age
I'm feelin my own way 
I need another
Cause I'm feeling sore
If I take another
Will I be
Trapped in my ways
I need a nap
Cause I'm feeling my old age
I'm feelin my own way 
I need another
Cause I'm feeling sore
If I take another
Will I be no more

Two birds one stone 
Is lousy expression 
If you want my opinion 
I’ll give you a confession 
I don’t think a bird deserves 
To be hurt mercilessly 
Mark and I will fuck your shit up
Happily

Buffalo Avenue

Slingshot

Modes About Me and Temp Friend Agency - Slingshot

What have I done wrong today
To make you feel right?
Pleasing all my enemies
No one here's a friend of me
Push away the ones who stay
Keep no one in sight
Alone is where I wanna be
The silence gets the best of me
---------------------------------------------
Shut it out, just shut it out
In this cesspool starting to sprout
 ---------------------------------------------
Cutting off from everything
And everyone outside
I'm so much more at peace with me
A lonesome soul here spiritually
The toxic social manifest
Of new century
It's only getting worse at best
A cesspool growing petri dish 
---------------------------------------------
Shut it out, just shut it out
In this cesspool starting to sprout
This lack of substance gaining ground
So shut it out, just shut it out
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Solitary in confined
The mental clarity
Away from all the trendy things
That people will regurgitate
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Shut it out, just shut it out
In this cesspool starting to sprout
This lack of substance gaining ground
So shut it out, just shut it out

Enemies

As Foretold (Temple Of The Haunted Man and Cosmic Keanu)

Second part of my father trilogy.
This song is based on a dream I had a good 20 years ago with my father, who had been dead for some time. 
I am in a dimly lit room. It's just me and somehow my father's energy body. At some point, this invisible energy body comes towards me. Then we embrace. It is a merging embrace. Something deep inside me releases and makes me cry. It's not so much a sad cry, but a liberating, soothing cry that pacifies me completely. 
Since this dream, the grudge I harboured against him for a long time has largely disappeared.     
Somehow he has been there inside me since then and I can sometimes visit him (even in dreams) when I want to talk to him.

The arrangement of the song is deliberately minimalist (just vocals, guitar and violin, hardly any effects) in order to emphasise the tremendous intimacy of the encounter between my father and me in the dream described above (there is no longer a "leaf" between us).

My Father  (Lyrics in English)

Would so like to talk to you
Break through the walls to the hereafter
Meet you in a moon cafe
On chairs that stand here and there

You died before the Berlin Wall came down
My son was born on the day you died
Never saw my beautiful wife
Although you had aimed 
For a hundred years of life

You only reached half of it
Life was rarely really easy for you

You were often too close to the stars
Underestimated the danger to your life
Had so many visions
Wanted to live in castles in the air

Then you were all there again
So clairvoyant, wise and clear

Would love to have you with me now
My father, I would love to have you here now 

The dividing wall to you is now open
I haven't met you for so long
You're waiting for me in the moon cafe
I see you in the soft twilight

I want to tell you so many things
What happened after you left
You still wanted to experience it all
Your early death did not grant you that

You were so torn, the demons, they tore at you
You loved the rush, had little sense of yourself

And yet you were in deep distress
My ever-protecting boat
My steadying hand
The lighthouse in my land of chaos

You gave up the shirt off your back
That ultimately cost you your life

Would love to have you with me now
My father, I wish you were here now


Mein Vater (Deutscher Originaltext)

Möchte so gern mit Dir sprechen
Die Mauern zum Jenseits durchbrechen
Dich in einem Mond-Cafe` treffen
Auf Stühlen, die hier und dort stehen

Vor dem (Berliner) Mauerfall bist Du gestorben
An Deinem Todestag wurde mein Sohn geboren
Hast meine schöne Frau niemals erlebt
Dabei hattest Du 
Hundert Jahre Leben angestrebt

Hast grad‘ mal gut die Hälfte davon erreicht
Das Leben war für Dich selten wirklich leicht

Warst oft den Sternen zu nah
Unterschätztest die Lebensgefahr
Hattest so viele Visionen
Wolltest in Luftschlössern wohnen

Dann warst Du wieder ganz da
So hellsichtig, weise und klar

Hätt‘ Dich so gern jetzt bei mir
Mein Vater, hätt‘ Dich jetzt gern hier 

Die Trennwand zu Dir steht jetzt offen
So lange hab‘ ich Dich nicht getroffen
Du wartest im Mond-Cafe‘ auf mich
Ich seh‘ Dich im zarten Dämmerlicht

Ich will Dir so vieles erzählen
Was so geschah nach Deinem Fortgehen
Du wolltest das alles noch erleben
Dein früher Tod hat Dir das nicht vergönnt

Warst so zerrissen, die Dämonen, sie zerrten an Dir
Liebtest den Rausch, hattest für Dich wenig Feingespür

Und dennoch warst Du in tiefer Not
Mein stets mich schützendes Boot
Meine mir haltgebende Hand
Der Leuchtturm in meinem Chaos-Land

Hast Dein letztes Hemd hergegeben
Das kostete Dich letztlich Dein Leben

Hätt‘ Dich so gern jetzt bei mir
Mein Vater, hätt‘ Dich jetzt gern hier

Mein Vater (My Father)

Ce titre parle de l'alcool et les ravages que cela provoque.
forcément il m'évoque les dur moments de mon enfance.
La premiere partie c'est moi...La deuxieme c'est mon père
 à travers le reguard d'un enfant cela peut avoir effets de cicatrices.

ça Va ça Vient

ça Va ça Vient!

Translation above

Sur un texte de Christian Portet https://soundcloud.com/christian-portetage

CATÉCHISME

Sur la première image
On voyait les rois mages
Qui tenaient, Sainte Vierge,
Dans la main un grand cierge
Que le curé de Camaret
Avait simplement oublié

Alors venait ensuite
Le fils de l'ébéniste
Qui tombait sous sa croix
Pour la n-ième fois
Mais c'était du chiqué
Car en contreplaqué

On voyait en-dessous
Un bienheureux très saoûl
Qui avait pour seul guide
Une bouteille presque vide
Gueuler dès le matin
« C'est pas son sang, c'est mon vin »

Sur la page d'à côté
Y a d'quoi vous dégoûter
Marie montrait ses fesses
Vieillies par les caresses
Voyant cette posture
On comprit l'imposture

Le mystère est éteint
Tout secret a une fin
Marie n'est pas pucelle
Mais elle n'est pas putain
D'ailleurs elle n'est point belle
Mais ça ça n' change rien

Mon bon ami Joseph
Faut-il que tu sois bête
De n'avoir pas compris
Que ses prières de nuit
Se faisaient sans prie-Dieu
Chez l' voisin sur son pieu

Et l'coup des deux larrons
Le mauvais et le bon
On se demande comment
Jésus les a connus
Il leur a suggéré
De prodiguer l' butin

Un peu plus bas à droite
D'une pêche pirate
Simon remplit sa barque
De poissons en filet
Comment sa patte appâte ?
Il garde le secret !

L' bouquin était signé
Judas le troubadour
Avec en aparté
La bible c'est des bourres
J'ai été muselé
La bien-pensance défend ses intérêts

Texte de Christian PORTET
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 15 novembre 2023

CATECHISM

In the first image
We saw the wise men
holding the Blessed Virgin,
In their hands a large candle
That the priest of Camaret
Had simply forgotten

Then came
The cabinetmaker's son
Who fell under his cross
For the n-th time
But it was all a sham
For in plywood

You could see underneath
A very drunk blessed man
Whose only guide
An almost empty bottle
Shouting in the morning
"It's not his blood, it's my wine".

On the next page
It's enough to disgust you
Marie showed her buttocks
Aged by caresses
Seeing this posture
We understood the imposture

The mystery is over
All secrets have an end
Marie is not a virgin
But she's no whore
Besides, she's not beautiful
But that makes no difference

My good friend Joseph
You must be a fool
Not to have understood
That his night prayers
Were made without a prie-Dieu
At the neighbor's house on his stake

And the trick of the two thieves
The bad and the good
One wonders how
Jesus knew them
He suggested
To lavish the spoils

A little lower on the right
Of pirate fishing
Simon fills his boat
With netted fish
How does his paw bait?
He keeps it a secret!

The book was signed
Judas the troubadour
With an aside
The bible's a load of rubbish
I was muzzled
Bien-pensance defends its interests

Text by Christian PORTET
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, November 15, 2023

Catéchisme (Christian Portet / Myckaël Marcovic)

Musique / Music : Ootol
Paroles, chant et jaquette / Lyrics, vocal and artcover : Lukowig

Paroles / Lyrics :

Je clenche la poignée 
Et pousse la porte
Une odeur forte
Vient m'empoigner

Un sombre Noël se profile
Un mauvais coton je file
Senteur d'épices de pain ?
Mais non ça sent le sapin !

À peine entré
Je me fais enguirlander :
"Mais qu'est-ce que t'as glandé ?
Tu devais ramener l'entrée !"

Un sombre Noël se profile
Un mauvais coton je file
Senteur d'épices de pain ?
Mais non ça sent le sapin !

"Repas de Noël gâché 
Par ta faute... tu m'fous en boule !
Je voudrais - faut qu'j'me défoule -
Tout menu te hacher !"

Pour toi j'suis pas un cadeau
Pour te réjouir faut s'lever tôt !
Que vas-tu faire avec ce couteau ?
Préparer les tourne-dos ?

Un sombre Noël se profile
Un mauvais coton je file
Senteur d'épices de pain ?
Mais non ça sent le sapin !

Un sombre Noël se profile

Un sombre Noël se profile
Un mauvais coton je file
Senteur d'épices de pain ?
Mais non ça sent le sapin !

Un sombre Noël

Un sombre Noël :
ça sent le sapin !

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Dark Christmas [Ootol & Lukowig]

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effets Ukulélé oceans 12 EHX shinner leger
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Dark Christmas [Ootol & Lukowig]

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