Yet another great production with beautiful and strong emotions. Great stuff, Marco.

always wonderfull music, keep up the good work

Another great track, it sounds uplifting, epic and inspiring!

HELLO

A blues based rock tune that encourages persistence, despite facing all the obstacles of life.

Press On

Musical ideas written in times of pandemic and developed together with the students of Primary School - Valleggia - Quiliano-Savona - Italy in the pandemic period 2019-2020-2021
Music is helping us more than to travel with our imagination also to acquire courage and determination. 

This is a link to see and hear the work done and how was done in these years 

https://sites.google.com/view/music-wins-our-fear-saves-us/musica-e-covid

(Scuola) Redemption and Victory  - Riscossa e Vittoria

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio
@woods_studio

Written about that first big unreciprocated crush.

Lyrics:

In those long distant wilderness days, 
When we paddled on the rivers and the warm waterways,
And every night there was a fire and a song, 
And the group would all be singin’ 
With me strummin’ along,
Yeah, it was then that I started to fall, 
And it was then that I really thought you had it all,
A mystery fever that I couldn’t resolve,
It wasn’t something that I thought I could speak of,
I kept it hidden in a bottle of love.

You were lost in another affair, 
It was pretty obvious that it was goin’ nowhere,
But as my feelings continued to churn, 
You endlessly described it and I suffered the burn,
And all that time there was a glorious pain, 
A euphoric obsession in an overwrought brain,
And all that time the sun was mixed up with rain,
Then I knew what they had all been speaking of,
But mine was stuck inside a bottle of love.

Over the years our companionship grew, 
Lots of music, lots of friends along the way,
Over the years I held no magic for you, 
But I was okay for occasional play.

Instrumental

Regardless of the why or the who, 
Only time is the healer and for me it was true,
Another chapter opened out of the blue, 
Another love, another life upon a new avenue,
And if it all didn’t have any meaning, 
And if it all was as tangible as sand through a glove,
And if it all was just a brief intervening,
Then it’s a memory I don’t want to speak of,
But let it slumber in a bottle of love.

Bottle Of Love

Guitar hero drive...  Yamaha RGX, Spark, UR22, Nuendo 12.

Elgija2

Translation above.

Sur le magnifique texte de Lucien Corma, un excellent auteur que je viens de découvrir.
Musique et voix : Myckaël Marcovic

Oublié

Une carte postale aux couleurs effacées
Envoyée par quelqu’un que je ne connais pas
Me dit que tout va bien, que tout est beau là-bas
Dans ce pays lointain que j’avais oublié

Seul dans cette maison où j’essaie de trouver
Un souvenir de moi un objet familier
Je ne vois sur les murs dans des cadres dorés
Que de fiers étrangers à jamais oubliés

Refrain
Oubliée ta voix
Oublié ton chant
Oublié ton rire emporté par le vent
Oubliée ta voix
Oublié ton chant
J’ai oublié ce que je savais de toi

Je suis parti un jour tout habillé de blanc
Je ne me souviens plus si quelqu’un m’attendait
La ville s’éloignait au bout des rails tremblants
J’ai laissé sur le quai un visage oublié

Tous ces gens que je croise à la tombée du soir
Ne savent pas qu’un jour moi aussi je nageais
Dans des eaux bien plus bleues que leur ciel de boulevard
Mais la plage est si loin qu’on l’a tous oubliée
(refrain)

La fraîcheur du matin engourdissait le port
Où le bateaux dansaient avec leurs ventres pleins
Le zigzag de ma vie s’échouait sur le corps
D’une sirène blonde qui me tendait la main

Dans un bar où dansaient des marins enfiévrés
Des filles à moitié nues montraient des dents de loups
Et leurs baisers brûlants me parfumaient le cou
M’emportaient hors du temps, me faisaient oublier
(refrain)
Oublier…

Un voyageur qui part, un autre qui revient
Se croisent sur le quai d’une gare endormie
Partir, puis revenir un jour au même point
Un soir au même point sur le i d’une vie

Paroles de Lucien Corma
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 31 janvier 2023

On the text of Lucien Corma, an excellent author that I have just discovered.
Music and voice : Myckaël Marcovic

Forgotten

A postcard with faded colors
Sent by someone I don't know
Telling me that all is well, that all is beautiful there
In this distant country that I had forgotten

Alone in this house where I try to find
A memory of me a familiar object
I see on the walls in golden frames
Only proud strangers forever forgotten

Refrain
Forgotten your voice
Forgotten your song
Forgotten your laughter carried by the wind
Forgotten your voice
Forgotten your song
I have forgotten what I knew of you

I left one day all dressed in white
I don't remember if anyone was waiting for me
The city was moving away at the end of the trembling rails
I left a forgotten face on the platform

All these people that I pass at nightfall
Do not know that one day I too was swimming
In waters much bluer than their sky of boulevard
But the beach is so far that we all forgot it
(refrain)

The freshness of the morning numbed the port
Where the boats danced with their full bellies
The zigzag of my life ran aground on the body
Of a blond mermaid who held out her hand to me

In a bar where fevered sailors danced
Half-naked girls were showing wolves' teeth
And their burning kisses perfumed my neck
Carried me out of time, made me forget
(refrain)
To forget...

A traveler who leaves, another who returns
Cross themselves on the platform of a sleeping station
To leave, then to return one day to the same point
One evening at the same point on the i of a life

Words by Lucien Corma
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 31 January 2023

Oublié (Lucien Corma / Myckaël Marcovic)

Lazy

A story-telling folk song about the English Civil War. Legend has it Oliver Cromwell sold his soul to the devil the night before the Battle of Worcester. He won the battle and the war, turning England into a republic for the first and only time, then died seven years to the day later - allegedly the term of his pact with the devil. But a "witness" claimed to have seen him arguing with the devil for twenty-one years, not seven. That's the detail that interests me. I grew up and went to my first school on the site of the battle of Worcester... and on the edge of the wood where Cromwell met the devil (allegedly).

Words, music and all instruments (guitar and various percussion) by me.

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