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come find me in a perfect memory
wrong life with only one thing left to be
let’s turn back around and hide 
behind the summers of our youth
untide unlive unwelcome and undo
untide

changes swirl outside
cutting the anchors to our past
the old bakery gone, the old playground too
even our concrete homes collapsed

and what to do when each day speaks in a colder cipher
and the earth spins faster still?
the chips in the china—a sharp reminder
we’re past the date of our fullest fill...

untide
live in the rewind
untide
the more hopeless the more we try

come find me in a perfect memory
wrong life with only one thing left to be
let’s turn back around and hide 
between the summers of our youth
untide unpain unshatter and undo
untide

young wolves snarl outside
bleeding the mammoths of our times
our heroes shed their shiny skins
while theirs flaunt their flawed designs

and what to do when each day brings a harsher sentence
of the world in which you and I danced?
they don’t even unwrap our presents—
it is us they fight against...

untide
live in the rewind
untide
the more hopeless the more we try

come find me in a perfect memory
long slide with only one thing left to be
let those who are fools deny 
that we were wondrous in our youth
untide unlose unwrinkle and undo
untide

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What a wonderful Journey it is to paint with one of the most generous and talented instrumentalists, From Sands https://on.soundcloud.com/DZQ6W 
This AMAZING artist, along with a few other extremely talented souls, has been SO INCREDIBLY generous and kind... giving me a project and beautiful crayons to color with...THANK YOU. and I give thanks to THE Master Artist most especially :) Please keep scrolling to check out the entire pallet of artistry, and thank you for letting me share!

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PALLET:
FROM SANDS - Journey
https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/Ksam5; 
NIN - Meet Your Master https://open.spotify.com/track/2WjA9M8qjp2jgmn8kO5Tif?si=i4o64Sv-SEutJRM024whiA&utm_source=copy-link
Karaoke Versions karaoke-version.com: 
Audioslave - Cochise (Rhythm Guitar); 
Metallica - Through the Never (Guitar);
Tool - Parabola (Guitar)
Audiomachine : 
Paul Dinletir - 10 Inch Nails
https://search.audiomachine.com/tracks?tracks=am12-25 ;
Stuart Roslyn, Matthew Foundling - Higher Purpose
https://search.audiomachine.com/tracks?tracks=am68-23 ;
Jeevan Anandasivam - Cadre
https://search.audiomachine.com/tracks?tracks=am50-26
ALBUM ART; JoAnna Bailey
CREATIVE/TECH CONSULTANTS; Charles Bailey, Michael Bailey, TJ Bailey

FROM SANDS - Journey (Off The Grid Mix)

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Valhalla

Jam 1

Vibes and Stuff

(English translation above)

Sa tête.

Qu’y a-t-il de plus accablant
Le matin, au réveil
De revoir comme un pénitent
Sa tête ?

Après une nuit pas très noire,
Au miroir malpoli,
Dans un Picasso, on peut voir
Sa tête.

Miroir, ô mon vilain miroir, 
Qui est le plus miro ?
Dis-moi qui, des deux, donne à voir
Sa tête ?

Qui a trop fumé sa boussole
Dans des rêves partis ?
Est-c’ qu’au pays des herbes folles
Ça tête ?

Moi, qui voudrais tant ressembler
À ma Barbie chérie,
Je fais tout pour photocopier
Sa tête.

Alors pour travestir mon âge,
Par quelques graffitis,
Je cherche dans mon maquillage
Sa tête…

Je sais que celle qui se pâme 
Est là, en personne, mais
En fait, je ne vois que de l’âne
Sa tête !

Ce pauvre tour de magicien
Vaut son pesant de fard
C’est pas grand-chose mais au moins
Ça t’aide.

Et comme ma vue perd ses verres
J’astique les miroirs
De cette société qui perd
Sa tête. 


Paroles de Myckaël Marcovic, 29 décembre 2011.
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 21 février 2012

Approximate translation :

His head.

What is more overwhelming
In the morning, when I wake up
To see again as a penitent
His head?

After a dark night,
In the rude mirror,
In a Picasso, you can see
His head.

Mirror, O my wicked mirror,
Who’s the most gorgeous?
Tell me who, of the two, gives to see
His head?

Who smoked his compass too much
In a dream gone?
Is it in the land of the wild herbs
What are you thinking?

Me, who would so like to look
To my darling Barbie,
I do everything to photocopy
His head.

So to disguise my age,
By some graffiti,
I look in my makeup
His head…

I know the one who’s swollen
Is there, in person, but
In fact, I only see donkey
His head!

That poor magician’s trick
Worth his weight of blush
It’s not much, but at least
It helps you.

And as my sight loses its glasses
I polish the mirrors
Of this company that loses
His head.

Lyrics by Myckaël Marcovic, 29 December 2011.
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, February 21, 2012

Sa tête

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