Very interesting and complex composition! Bravo

As requested I shortened the piece, changed some instruments giving agogic push to the piece and braking (Stau) then slowing down in the final
     Thank you

Seq98 M  Birth of a new era short version - Nascita Di Una Nuova Era  versione corta

A song about the jealousy between the female voices of devices
Calmness and intimate talking of a wonderful lady voice talking about ladies voices

Lady Voice

BLUE COLLAR

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Translation above

Texte et voix de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel https://www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic

Miette

De désordre courtois
En erreur de jeunesse
Tu étais toujours là
Pour adoucir nos cœurs
De quelques mets sucrés
Ou salés à merveille
Miette, oh ! tante Miette

Ton visage était grave
Et si doux à la fois
Parfumé de lavande
Et de brins de tilleul
Cachés dans les sous-bois
Là où les sources naissent
Miette, oh ! tante Miette

Tes mains blanches et douces
Capturaient finement
Cette farine blanche
Qui valsait sous tes doigts
Comme ces petits pains
Qui sentaient chaud le miel
Miette, oh ! tante Miette

On prenait des chemins
Au goût fort de noisette
Et de mûre bien rouge
Sous cette mousse verte
On captait le soleil
D’un petit matin frais
Miette, oh ! tante Miette

On y trouvait parfois
Des nuées de girolles
Que, de tes mains de fée,
Tu arrachais d’un coup
Et tu criais si fort
Que nos joues rougissaient
Miette, oh ! tante Miette

Après avoir trouvé
D’un beau pin quelques pignes
Tu nous faisais griller
Ces graines féériques
Que l’on croquait, heureux,
Tout le long du chemin
Miette, oh ! tante Miette

Et le temps a passé
Lorsque je me promène
Le long des chemins verts
Je pense à ton sourire,
L’amour pour ces enfants
Que tu avais sauvés
Des trains du bout du monde
Miette, oh ! tante Miette

Paroles de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel https://www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 20 mai 2023

Text and voice by Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Music by Myckaël Marcovic

Miette

Of courteous disorder
In error of youth
You were always there
To sweeten our hearts
With some sweet dishes
Or salted to perfection
Miette, oh! aunt Miette

Your face was so serious
And so sweet at the same time
Scented with lavender
And sprigs of lime
Hidden in the undergrowth
Where the springs are born
Miette, oh! aunt Miette

Your white and soft hands
Captured finely
This white flour
That waltzed under your fingers
Like these rolls
That smelled warm with honey
Miette, oh! aunt Miette

We took paths
With a strong taste of hazelnut
And of blackberry quite red
Under this green moss
We caught the sun
Of a fresh morning
Miette, oh! aunt Miette

Sometimes you could find
Clouds of chanterelles
That, with your fairy hands,
You would tear them off at once
And you shouted so loudly
That our cheeks would turn red
Miette, oh! Aunt Miette

After having found
From a beautiful pine tree
You made us roast
These fairy seeds
That we crunched, happy,
All along the way
Miette, oh! aunt Miette

And time has passed
When I walk along
Along the green paths
I think of your smile,
The love for those children
That you had saved
From the trains at the end of the world
Miette, oh! aunt Miette

Words by Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 20 May 2023

Miette (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic)

As if in a dream.
We walked our summer days out.
Through the trees. 
The dapples danced around our shoulders brown.
We're hanging out in brine.
Still, we shine.

As if in a dream.
We went our separate ways one Saturday. 
The shadows lurked and fairly bounced behind. 
We've got no time, you know. 
Say it ain't so.

Hold me, slowly. 
I'll chase them all away.
Say no more. 
I'm going.
Never planned to stay.
In the way.

As if in a dream.
We never took our chances.
Slim, though we, could never see.
Through a dream of trees. 
Just out of reach.
A potent preacher spake.

As if in a dream.
We never learned the dances. 
We coulda danced.
A happenstance or happenchance.
Took it away.
A miserable day.
For a cold embrace.

That's it... I'm folding,
Not holding anyway.
This alters nothing.
It's going that way.
I meant to stay.

As if in a dream.
There's just an endless stream of handing out.
Acquiring clout, roundabout.
A nervous man has the loudest shout.

As if in a dream.
We walked our summer days out.
Through the trees. 
The dapples danced around our shoulders brown.
We're hanging out in brine.
Still, we shine.

Hold me, slowly. 
I'll chase them all away.
Say no more. I'm going.
Never planned to stay.
In the way.



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