Very nice, Lyle. Well done! Perhaps you want have a look at my instrumentals too :-) Musical greetings Tobias

Nice and pleasant work. Definitely cool cover with interesting vibes.

excellent rendition of cover keep on making music

Had me with the opening chord progression and the  double tracked vocals, lovely stuff Lyle

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Translated to English:
How do you want to be
always there for me?
You stumble yourself
when the weight pulls on you.

First we have
to learn to love ourselves.
We do know that.
But how to do it,
that knowledge we miss.

Much rather would I prefer
could we see each other if it fits.
We'll learn this soon.
The door to another is our own heart.

Lyrics in German:
Wie willst Du
immer für mich da sein?
Du schwankst doch selbst,
wenn die Schwere an Dir zieht.

Wir müssen uns erst
selber lieben lernen,
das wissen wir,
aber wie das geht,
das Wissen fehlt.

Viel lieber wär' es mir,
wir könnten uns sehen, wenn es stimmig ist.
Wir lernen das schon.
Die Tür zum ander'n ist unser eigenes Herz.

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Vocals, lyrics
Electric guitar
Acoustic bass
Drums (computed with Hydrogen)
by Sven Sebastian Horner

Cover artwork by pexels.com/de-de/@mart-production

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Unser eigenes Herz (Composition No. 10)

(translation above)

La pyrowoman

Sa danse laissait des séquelles
Quand son miroir aux allumettes
Faisait jaillir des étincelles
Chez ceux qui rêvaient de conquête

Avec un seul regard de braise
Elle enflammait toute la salle
Qui suffoquait dans la fournaise
Des pensées les moins virginales

Refrain :
Elle n’était pas une pyromane
Ni par désir, ni par démence,
C’est la danse qui par essence
L’allumait en pyrowoman

Tout flambant neuf, le sol de scène
Planchait sur la meilleure manière
De quoi garder un peu de veine
Sous l’incandescente incendiaire

Un jeune pompier, à l’évidence,
Déjà en burn-out pour elle
Dans le brasier, d’un coup, s’élance
Pour stopper sa danse antigel
(refrain)

Et dans sa veste protectrice
Il est devenu inflammable
Son cœur brûlait, grisant délice,
Jusqu’à déborder de vocables.

Il s’épousèrent dans l’ambulance,
Puisque tous deux étaient de mèche.
Dans leur foyer, l’union fut dense
D’où naquirent beaucoup de flammèches
(refrain)

Paroles et musique, Myckaël Marcovic, 
15/02/2022

The pyrowoman

Her dance left its mark
When her matchbox mirror
Made sparks fly
In those who dreamed of conquest

With a single glance of ember
She set the whole room on fire
Who suffocated in the furnace
Of the less virginal thoughts

Chorus :
She was not a pyromaniac
Neither by desire, nor by dementia,
It is the dance which by essence
Lit her up as a pyrowoman

All brand new, the stage floor
Planned on the best way
Of what to keep a little vein
Under the incandescent fire

A young fireman, obviously,
Already in burn-out for her
In the blaze, suddenly, rushes
To stop his antifreeze dance
(chorus)

And in his protective jacket
He became flammable
His heart burned, intoxicating delight,
Until it overflowed with words.

They married in the ambulance,
Since both were in cahoots.
In their home, the union was dense
From which were born many flames
(chorus)

Words and music, Myckaël Marcovic, 
13/04/2022

La Pyrowoman

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“Things You Dream About” is a song from my analog vault that I wrote and recorded onto tape with my cassette 4 Track, and converted the master tape to mp3 so I could share this unreleased tune with you. As always, if you dig it please feel free to comment or repost! Thank you, Tim ✨🙏🏻✌🏻

Things You Dream About (original analog track)

Translation des corps heureux

You told me.
Love was a simple thing.
Don't need, to worry about everything.
Won't leave.
I'm sure we'll figure things out.
We can work it out.

You told me.
Life was a simple thing.
Hold me back from the precipice.
Lonely, some days I'd do anything.
Just leave on the light.
To keep out the night.

You warned me.
Life is a simple thing 
I cared, too much for anything.
No sleep, no space for simple things.
Things will work out right.
Until they don't one time. 

You told me.
You wanted simple things. 
Mostly, effort above everything.
Ghostly, the thoughts at the back of my mind.
Though things seem fine.

You say.
Your loves a simple thing.
You are happy without a ring 
Don't have to be kinda anything. 
If you could just be mine. 
If you could just be mine. 

Car crash, the state of union.
Gas on, life's like an onion.
Electrons smashing into the other side.
But then divide....

Our song.
Started as a simple thing.
I go and complicate everything.
Key change, off on another whim.
It'll be alright.
It'll be alright.








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