isso aqui tem cheiro de pista lotada e suor hahah

Finally it's finished. I've wrote this song one year back during a schoolproject. Part of the assignment was 'I need to confront myself that I should be proud sometimes'. As a very sober dutchy with a non traditional upbringing I used to talk myself down a lot of the times. Still to this day I find it difficult to say 'I have a feel for music'. Even with me following college in music. It is also written as a 'pick me up' song. Something nice when life is difficult. Hope you guys like it. Stay good, and be proud of yourself :-).

[Edit 17-9-22: New mic and therefor new vocals for the song]

[Edit 26-01-23 Last month I got a new laptop from my sweet brother <3 so my CPU problems are fixed :D. So new reupload. New vocals + added bass. Let me know what you think :-) ]

Masquerade - I'll Be

Well, it nearly killed me but here it is: the first album, The Moon in the Window. If you like what you hear, feel free to purchase it on Bandcamp for only £1!

The Moon in the Window

Born to Suffer

Homemade record without edit. - ( WAV48/24 STEREO HIFI )

Composer : F. Sor (1778-1839) 
Interpreter : I. M. Regazzo

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Studio N°22 Op.35 F. Sor - I. M. Regazzo (2024)

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/la-faute-au-cerveau
Translation above.

https://soundcloud.com/lionel-abbou m'a fait l'honneur de mettre en musique mon texte et de le chanter.

C’est la faute au cerveau

On n’est jamais content
De son physique
On est trop p’tit, on est trop grand
C’est pas pratique
On est trop mince, on est trop gros
Ou trop chétif, ou ramollo
C’est la faute (ter)
aux kilos

On n’est jamais content
De son physique
On est trop noir, on est trop blanc
C’est pathétique
On manque de grâce, de biscotos
On est tordu comme un ragot
C’est la faute (ter)
aux photos

Refrain :
Mais rien n’est un défaut
Qu’on se trouve moche ou beau 
Quel que soit le tableau
C’est la faute (ter)
au cerveau

Il y a toujours bien mieux
Que son physique
On est trop jeune, on est trop vieux
Chronillogique
Les cheveux tombent incognito
La calvitie, ça fait vieillot
Viv’ la boule (ter) 
à zéro
(refrain)

Quand on se sent trop vieille
Monogamique
Que la peau s’emplit de dentelles
Trop archaïques
Pour ne plus voir ces rides en trop
Et fair’ de l’œil aux hidalgos
Bistouri (ter)
À gogo
(refrain)

Myckaël Marcovic, le 24 juillet 2020
Musique de Lionel Abbou, 27 mai 2024

Lionel Abbou did me the honor of setting my text to music and singing it.

It's the brain's fault

You're never happy
With the way you look
You're too small, you're too big
It's not practical
You're too thin, you're too fat
Or too sickly or too soft
It's the fault (ter)
the kilos

You're never happy
With the way you look
You're too black, you're too white
It's pathetic
We lack grace, biscotos
We're as twisted as gossip
It's the fault (ter)
to the pictures

Refrain :
But nothing is a flaw
Whether you think you're ugly or beautiful 
Whatever the picture
It's the fault (ter)
the brain

There's always something better
Than your looks
You're too young, you're too old
Chronillogic
Hair falls out incognito
Baldness is old-fashioned
Viv' la boule (ter) 
to zero
(refrain)

When you feel too old
Monogamous
When the skin fills with lace
Too archaic
To stop seeing those extra wrinkles
And wink at the hidalgos
Bistouri (ter)
In spades
(refrain)

Myckaël Marcovic, July 24, 2020
Music by Lionel Abbou, May 27, 2024

La faute au cerveau (Myckaël Marcovic / Lionel Abbou) feat. Lionel Abbou

One night, stranded in LA after a gig with a dead phone and no bus in sight, a stranger offered me a ride. Though hesitant, I trusted my intuition and accepted. They turned out to be kind, sharing life advice that stayed with me. 
The song, inspired by that experience, explores how, even in a world where fear and caution are necessary, we still yearn for connection and trust. It’s a reflection on the beauty of unexpected human bonds, vulnerability, and hope — a message that feels more urgent than ever.
 
The song was co-produced with the late Jesse Colin Young (of the 60s hit Get Together), and was recorded live in the studio with legends Laurence Juber (Grammy-winning guitarist for Paul McCartney's Wings), Kenny Aronoff (John Mellencamp), and Jorgen Carlsson (Gov't Mule).

Lyrics:

Verse1

Summer skies and neon signs
But I was lost in the night
You called out, but no reply
Coz you seemed suspiciously nice

Verse2

Nothing else was in sight
And I kinda needed that ride
Something told me I'd be alright
But (I) had to think twice, I wonder why

Prechorus

In a world of deep blue riptides,
We build our walls up high
But don't we wish and hope to God we find
Find a little sunshine

Chorus

You could be my perfect stranger, You and I
don't you think our crossing paths (is) a perfect sign
I could be your perfect stranger, You and I
And we could find a little sunshine

Verse3

I get too stuck up sometimes
I say I'm doing just fine
coz if I ask for help it might
Make 'em think I'm the weak type

Prechorus

In a world of deep blue riptides,
We build our walls up high
But don't we wish and hope to God we find
Find a little sunshine

Chorus

You could be my perfect stranger, You and I
Don't you think our crossing paths (is) a perfect sign
I could be your perfect stranger, You and I
And we could find a little sunshine

Bridge

Passing by,
I see the diamonds in the sky
I see them in your eyes,
All this time
Didn’t you realize
We have found that light

Chorus

You could be my perfect stranger, You and I
Don't you think our crossing paths (is) a perfect sign
I could be your perfect stranger, You and I
And we could find a little sunshine

You could be my perfect stranger, You and I
Don't you think our crossing paths (is) a perfect sign
I could be your perfect stranger, You and I
And we could find a little sunshine

A Little Sunshine

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Composer : J. Arcas (1832-82)
Interpreter : I. M. Regazzo

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Fantasía sobre El Paño  J. Arcas - I. M. Regazzo (2025) HD

In Your Arms - Robert Grigg & Combstead

heading for a new album full of sequencers. Looking forwards to it. 

demonstrable

Translation above
Texte et chant : Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Musique : Myckaël Marcovic
Illustration : Annie Madec

Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/intl-fr/album/02PDO44GYjPQo0V8dFOeKk?si=j_qSmI1AROKGo4xk9aMtlQ

La poésie se boit

D’un Nice révolu
Au monde tropical
D’une escale en bateau
Près d’une radio libre
Revenue d’un bouquin
Immaculée contraception
En passant par les tarés
Qui nous parlent tant

De leur dernier voyage
Pour nous jeter enfin
Leurs pseudo métaphores
En criant des sornettes
Du haut des goélettes

Et faut pas les croire, Monsieur,
Que demain, à midi
S’il reste une heure à vivre
Je me battrai pour l’homme
Jusqu’au bout de mes forces.
S’il reste une heure à vivre
Je me battrai pour l’homme
Jusqu’au bout de mes forces.

Mais ma voix s’est coincée
Dans un nuage bleu
Sur mon pays, ma terre,
Pas très loin de la baie
Qui m’arrache à la nuit.

Quand tu dors mon ami,
Prends le temps de rêver
Pour quand tu seras vieux,
Et mesure ta mesure
Sans trop crier, l’ami, (bis)
Sans trop crier…

Post-mortem, pour moi,
La mort est à Venise
Dans mes bras tu verras
La poésie se voie
La poésie se noie
La poésie se boit

Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel, 2025
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 4 mars 2025

Poetry can be drunk

From a bygone Nice
To the tropical world
From a stopover on a boat
Near a free radio station
Back from a book
Immaculate contraception
By way of the crazies
Who talk to us so much

About their last voyage
To finally throw us
Their pseudo-metaphors
Shouting nonsense
From the top of the schooners

And don't believe them, Sir,
That tomorrow, at noon
If there's an hour left to live
I'll fight for man
To the end of my strength.
If there's an hour to live
I'll fight for the man
To the end of my strength.

But my voice is stuck
In a blue cloud
Over my country, my land,
Not far from the bay
That snatches me from the night.

When you sleep my friend,
Take the time to dream
For when you are old,
And measure your measure
Without shouting too much, my friend, (bis)
Without shouting too much...

Post-mortem, for me,
Death is in Venice
In my arms you will see
Poetry can be seen
Poetry can be drunk
Poetry is drowning

Lyrics by Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel 
 Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 4 March 2025

La poésie se boit (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic)

Not Living To Give Up

"Our time comes eventually, why not have a little fun?"

Bonnie To My Clyde

Welcome to the Lab 💀 
Creator sound designer.
40 plus years in live sound reinforcement.
currently leveraging UAD and Logic Pro
we get by with some help from our friends.

In Your Arms - Robert Grigg & Combstead

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