keeping this whole album on repeat. so amazing

this that real stuff stay on the grind bro

Well written and produced- I enjoy the acc guitar in the mix.

The combination of intense lyrics and energetic guitar playing is cool ❕

Some really good sounding parts in here. I was thinking that this song could be improved with a bit of arrangement tweaks, until it got to the metal vocals part. I haven't done anything with metal. There are some discordant parts that I think, on one hand, could be taking away from the popular appeal of the some, but on the other hand, help to express the raw emotion. Nice track, but potential for making another version without the dissonance that might also come out really good.

Modes About Me and Temp Friend Agency - Bastard Son

Song 10

Bastard Son

140BPM

E♭MAJOR

Lyrics

Imagine that
It was a hit or a miss
And you can't enjoy a second of a minute you live
I don't appreciate the tiny little bit that you did
And I don't give a shit your at the top of my hit list

Time is just a made up word
For those who care too much
Slaves who have to go to work
And never make enough 
You’re crying like a baby that’s deprived of cookies daily in a world
That’s never ever ever gunna be fair

I'm a bastard
Never wanna finish my task dude
Your so rude
If it's a mutual agreement well I need proof
I find myself believing what is not true
It's because of
Because I needed you
But I don't need you
I don't need you
(And I don't need you)

Time is just a made up word
For those who care too much
Slaves who have to go to work
And never make enough 
You’re crying like a baby that’s deprived of cookies daily in a world
That’s never ever ever gunna be fair

When will you relieve
Me of the weight upon my shoulders
I was thinking now that I’m getting older
We could have just one
Conversation without yelling

Time is just a made up word
For those who care too much
Slaves who have to go to work
And never make enough 
You’re crying like a baby that’s deprived of cookies daily in a world
That’s never ever ever gunna be fair

You’re a far off memory
A broken fever dream
And everything got bizarre 
Floating endlessly in the dark

There's a ghost in the house
He hops all around
Ooo ooo
Get out, get out, get out

Oh you left one day
Never to return to your family
Oh you left one day
Never to return to your family

Imagine that the perfect family tree
That would’ve enticed Adam and Eve 

You son of a bitch 
You couldn’t take the heat 
But you’d never admit that 
Which is sad and it made me so mad
But I forgive
And it’s more than you deserve

Buffalo Avenue

Bastard Son

Modes About Me and Temp Friend Agency - Bastard Son

Words and Vocals by
© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut

I miss my love ... I miss him bad
I miss the golden nights we had.

Our dance on the thirteen moons
Of Ophiuchus overarching,
Serpent slayer, divine bridegroom,
The philosopher’s child rebirthing. 

Red Rose unfolded her downy lips.
Cobalt clouds shot with lightening,
Flashed across the desolate Wasteland,
The well maidens enlightening.

We heard the fairy dog bark and the Elven shout,
And the sound of paradigms shattering,
The rain fell in silver peals to end the drought,
The bells of freedom were clashing. 

I miss my love, I miss his play, 
I miss him even though we never met
Not in this world, anyway.

Music: Mourning In Arid Lands [Full version] by MusicLFiles
Free download: https://filmmusic.io/song/11172-mourning-in-arid-lands-full-version
Licensed under CC BY 4.0: https://filmmusic.io/standard-license

Art: Hurry up to love by vyrhelle-vyrl on DeviantArt

I Miss My Love

Edge Of The World

https://open.spotify.com/track/3EGhykPMYhFNw5Sj67OGqf


ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɴᴏᴛ
(𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯)

As we tread through the labyrinth of existence, we face decisions that shape our future, evoking a sense of ambiguity and wonder. And this was me, as though I was running out of time maybe I am or maybe I'm not. But still... here you are

Peace and Stars Mom,
see you in the clouds...


Recorded between May14/15 2023



𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙤 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩:

https://open.spotify.com/artist/0o3xeERjREtlDMHOGUUitT

https://instagram.com/andreaevmusik

https://youtube.com/@andreaevmusik

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Lyrics:


Saw your future in advance 
You took a pose and shot a frame
Drop that picture in the sand
I might get back or sail away

Every fire has spoken
Every made-up broken wall

Here's your future in your face
You become water, fire and breath
Here's your future in the sand
Another you another place

Everyday is stuck and
Everyday is stuck and you roam

Every fire has spoken
Every made-up broken wall

Everyday is stuck and
Everyday is stuck and you roam

-------------------------------------
Andrea Ev, May 18th 2021

℗ © Andrea Ev - 2023

Maybe Not (Night Version)

https://youtu.be/VUJ5nkfEp5Q?si=dIxNNWD_GSTG8yPA

Our Father

Hello everyone,
this is finally my first original tune "Elwood's Tune". I wrote the lyrics and the melody - for the first time.
I hope you like it :) If so, please leave a like, a comment and repost the song. If you have some feedback - positive or negative - you can write it in the comments as well.
Have a nice week

Song background:
I wrote the song influenced by the movie "Harvey" from 1950, starring James Stewart. The main character Elwood is a warm and pleasant human being and is starting to have a friendly conversation with everyone he meets. Usually he even invites them for dinner to his home. Even though it's not the only thing the movie is about, I think that in today's day and age - 73 years later - we could use some of this care and friendliness towards others. Maybe even more than ever.

Elwood's Tune

Translation above

Sur un texte de Christian Portet www.facebook.com/christian.portetmapage
Voix de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
Photo montage du Manneken Pis et de la statue de Jacques Brel par Tom Frantzen, à Bruxelles

GRAND JACQUES
Grand Jacques, enfant chéri des mers
Qui sent si bon la mort et la bière,
Ne me quitte pas avant mon dernier repas
À Amsterdam ou à Bruxelles. Je ne sais pas...

On n'oublie rien du plat pays de tes bourgeois :
Isabelle, Clara, Marieke avec Mathilde et La Fanette
Arrivent en passant par Vesoul sur la place des rois
Où les soirs d'été sont frais pour l'éclusier dans la tempête !

Les paumés d'un petit matin, creusés au froid d'une Belgique chienne, Refermeront les fenêtres sur les ivrognes solitaires aux prières païennes. Bergers amidonnés d'un vieux port en partance pour filles et chiens, Capitaines ou singes, bigotes irréfléchies comme biches de rien.

Ces gens-là, rassasiés de tango funèbre, ne pensent qu'au suivant,
Et qui pour des bonbons, en parlotant, finiront par oublier le fier moribond En sachant déjà pourtant que vieux, ils ne seront ni beaux, ni cons,
Et qu'un Don Quichotte à jeun pour un jour fera revenir leur maman.

Tu as quitté les risques du métier pour une aventure, aventure. Anarchiste chez Bonnot comme accordéon d'une valse à mille temps Pour une tendresse imaginée où les toros se fracassent contre les murs, Lucifer trop fragile sur ton cheval trop vrai pour faire pleurer les vivants !

Grand Jacques, enfant chéri des mers, Avec tes deux pianos et ton accordéon Quand tu rechantes ta chanson,
Tu sens si bon la mort et la bière...
La la la Grand Jacques La la la ...
Texte de Christian Portet
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 05/12/2023

With text by Christian Portet www.facebook.com/christian.portetmapage
Voices by Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
Photo montage of Manneken Pis and Jacques Brel statue by Tom Frantzen, Brussels

GRAND JACQUES
Grand Jacques, beloved child of the seas
Who smells so good of death and beer,
Don't leave me until my last meal
In Amsterdam or Brussels. Je ne sais pas...

We don't forget anything from the flat country of your bourgeois :
Isabelle, Clara, Marieke with Mathilde and La Fanette
Arrive via Vesoul on the Place des rois
Where summer evenings are cool for the lock-keeper in the storm!

The lost of an early morning, dug in the cold of a dogged Belgium, Will close the windows on the solitary drunkards with pagan prayers. Starched shepherds of an old port on their way to girls and dogs, Captains or monkeys, thoughtless bigots like deer of nothing.

These people, full of funeral tango, only think of the next,
And who, for the sake of candy, end up forgetting the proud moribund Knowing already that old, they'll be neither handsome nor stupid,
And that a sober Don Quixote for a day will bring back their mother.
You left the risks of the profession for an adventure, adventure. Anarchist at Bonnot's as accordion in a thousand-beat waltz For an imagined tenderness where toros smash against walls, Lucifer too fragile on your horse too true to make the living weep!

Grand Jacques, cherished child of the seas, 
With your two pianos and your accordion
When you sing your song again,
You smell so good of death and beer...
La la la Grand Jacques La la la la ...

Text by Christian Portet
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 05/12/2023

Grand Jacques (Christian Portet / Myckaël Marcovic feat. Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel)

I am happy to present a further great collaboration with southafrican Singer Sonwriter Mike Hill.

Credits:
@mikehillravenscall: vocals and lyrics
@nobsmeyer: electric guitar, bass, drum production, mix and mastering.

It Feels Like I'm In Hell

Lullaby

Translation above
Une de mes nombreuses chansons écrites pour mes élèves.
Voix : Miorcos https://book.easyzic.com/miorcos

Ma fenêtre
Je vois par les carreaux 
Ce que font les oiseaux : 
Quand ils quittent leur nid 
C’est qu’ils ont bien grandi.
Alors, j’ai ce désir
Qui me ferait plaisir :
Je rêve d’être ailleurs 
D’être grand et sans peur.

Refrain :
Ma fenêtre ouvre un ciel 
De rêves en ribambelle. 
Ma fenêtre m’attire
Et m’invite à partir.

Tout comme eux dans le ciel 
Un beau jour je pourrai,
En déployant mes ailes 
Comme les grands voler.
Si jamais je me perds 
Dans cette immensité, 
J’aurai comme repère 
Mon enfance passée. (refrain)

Myckaël Marcovic, le 16 septembre 2015

One of the many songs I've written for my students.
Voices: Miorcos https://book.easyzic.com/miorcos

My window

I can see through the panes
What birds do:
When they leave their nest
It's because they've grown up.

So I have this desire
That would please me:
I dream of being somewhere else
To be big and fearless.

Chorus : 
My window opens a sky
Of dreams in ribambelle.
My window attracts me
And invites me to leave.

Like them in the sky
One day I'll be able
Spreading my wings
Like the great ones.

If ever I get lost
In this immensity,
I'll have as a landmark
My past childhood.
(chorus)

Myckaël Marcovic, September 16, 2015

Ma fenêtre

This is my first experimental EP, hope you guys enjoy!!!

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