That intro hooked me in the intro was awesome

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She Said She’s Mysterious (Instrumental)

Translation above

Sur un texte de Christian Portet : https://www.facebook.com/christian.portetmapage
Chanté par Cathy Beaumont : youtube.com/cathybeaumont

Quand on sait qui aimer

Quand on sait qui aimer
Pour partir en voyage
Au pays des visages
Sur le même oreiller

Quand on sait qui aimer
Pour habiller ses nuits
De plaintes assouvies
De passions consumées

Quand on sait qui aimer
On part avant le jour
Au pays des amours
Sur la pointe des pieds

Quand on sait qui aimer
Pour habiller son âme
Ad vitam aeternam
De passions désirées

Quand on sait qui aimer
Pour deux ventres frottés
On se fait un brasier
D' instants d'éternité

Quand on sait qui aimer
Si on veut naviguer
En marin flibustier
On se casse le nez

Quand on sait qui aimer
Que le coche est passé
On voudrait rester fier
Aux portes de l'enfer

Quand on sait qui aimer
On a sous les sourires
Des envies de mourir
Des larmes de beauté

Quand on sait qui aimer
Si on part en voyage
Parce qu'on est mal aimé
On s'en fait un naufrage

Quand on sait qui aimer
Mais qu'on n'a pas de chance
Il nous reste à rêver
Le cœur est en partance

Quand on sait qui aimer
Qu’on est enfin aimé
Il est déjà trop tard
Le cœur est en retard

Quand on sait qui aimer
Qu'on a trop attendu
On ne sait vraiment plus
Si on doit être aimé

Alors on a des regrets
Quand on sait qui aimer
Et on veut tout briser
Car on sait qui aimer...

Paroles de Christian Portet
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 25 novembre 2022

On a text by Christian Portet : https://www.facebook.com/christian.portetmapage
Sung by Cathy Beaumont : youtube.com/cathybeaumont
When you know who to love
 
When you know who to love
To go on a journey
To the land of faces
On the same pillow

When you know who to love
To dress up your nights
Of satiated complaints
Of consumed passions

When you know who to love
We leave before the day
To the land of love
On tiptoe

When you know who to love
To dress your soul
Ad vitam aeternam
Of desired passions

When you know who to love
For two bellies rubbed
We make a blaze
Of moments of eternity

When you know who to love
If you want to sail
As a buccaneer sailor
You break your nose

When you know who to love
That the bell has rung
We'd like to stay proud
At the gates of hell

When you know who to love
We've got smiles on our faces
You'll feel the need to die
Tears of beauty

When you know who to love
If you go on a trip
Because we are unloved
You make a shipwreck of it

When you know who to love
But we're unlucky
It remains for us to dream
The heart is on the move

When you know who to love
That we are finally loved
It's already too late
The heart is late

When you know who to love
That you've waited too long
You really don't know anymore
If you are to be loved

Then you have regrets
When you know who to love
And you want to break it all down
Because we know who to love...

Words by Christian Portet
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, November 25, 2022

Quand on sait qui aimer (Christian Portet / Myckaël Marcovic)

A song about going any distance, anywhere, anytime

I Will Follow

A remaster of the original from 2021.

Bruised knees from games you've been playing and tall trees, things that you're saying. 
Oh, ravens call over the fields of your home. 
You got cold feet, life seems so risky and
hard seats, next to the fishing line, waiting
but you can never go home.

Green feilds, sunshine and windy, 
ah! dealing, brown bears and footy.
A nettle patch over the tumble down wall.
You got cold meat; it's all so easy and
warm blood; noses are dripping.
Fighting, but you can never go home.

Warm skin brown from the beach. 
Tastes right but such a bitch.
Bird in flight calling out to the Moor.
You got nice things, never enough for you.
Mood rings, always on green and you
wanted more than I could ever give.

Roast beef; cash on delivery.
Small mind; fanciest livery.
The candle burns same for us one and all.
You got gold teeth, rolls ups and whiskey. 
Underneath always the victim.
Small boy trapped in an older man's heart.

Warm skin, under the covers.
Entwined, legs with other.
A happy home, fleeting though it may be.
You got all things, you ever wanted and
no rings to hold you back from your feelings.
Shame you can never go home.

No sin, warmth of the living room.
Fire roars, outside the dark and gloom.
Eating into the peace in your heart.
You've blocked everything you ever need in this small space in your own head.
             There's no leaving.
Shame you can never go back to the place where we came and went.
Away from all you were back then.
Shame you can never go home.

Standing at the mirror.
With your hands upon the sink.
Behind your eyes are empty.
And your brain contains nothing. 
The paper towels are sodden balls.
There's piss all on the floor.
You're looking past the cocaine.
To the wide vale of before.
And you say 'oh', so this is it. 
The stars are just a memory that'll fade.
And you say 'oh', so that was that.
And stumble from the rusting starting gate.

Must be more.
There must be more to life than this. 
Must be more.
There must be more to life than this.
Staring up at space.
Watching the world rotate.
The axis going round. 
Your feet stuck on the ground. 

Fell into the dried out pond.
The gash deep in your leg.
Your actions speak of Hubris.
But by day you have to beg.
The river flowing inland.
Is a mudtrap for your soul.
Get less than your rent is.
From the dickheads at the dole. 
And you say 'oh' so this is it.
Nothing really matters anyway.
And you say 'oh' so that was that.
The women come and then they go away.

Who remembers everything that has been and left?
Who remembers staring up at giant planes flying in the sky?
Who remembers everything? tomorrows all that's left.
Who remembers staring up at orion the very first time?

You're my Avalon, my golden morning; nothing wrong.
The month of May, a shell you find by the shore.
You've got all things that swim in that head of yours.
Like minded friends, so you're never bored.
Do what you need to find your way home.

Slim chance, the touch of another.
There's three signs that you're in bother.
A wasted word shouting out for much more.
You're not kidding me with all this jokey shit. 
Last chance for you to do right by it.
First dance opposite sides of it,
Romance for the sheer hell of it,
Nightmare you can't get out of it.
No way for you to find your way home.

Warm skin lesson in entropy.
Would you come up to bed with me?
Darkest night howling out for the morn.
You've got no dreams of which it's worth speaking and small means to do your achieving. 
A lifetime wasted for nothing.
You're stupid, thought you were something? 
But, laughed at while you were wandering what you've got to do to find your way home.

Temps Perdu

see you fall (demo)

Original track by Combstead.
Vocals, guitar, lyrics, mixing, and mastering by Robert Grigg
Video link: 
https://youtu.be/gYeIQENrk2s

Always Tomorrow - Combstead & Robert Grigg

A blissful relaxing tune to listen to as you sit on your porch drinking a cup of coffee.

Spotify

A Beautiful Day In Suburbia

VOL. 26 ft. Ya Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman!

Across The Verse

Cargo Shorts King

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/6YKl7t9qOUBhIzRtKzMnvd?si=fIH0Uk3bRqWSFodTc-acqA&context=spotify%3Aalbum%3A6YKl7t9qOUBhIzRtKzMnvd

Bandcamp: https://interstellarnoise.bandcamp.com/track/moonlight-kayaking

All other links: https://fanlink.to/moonlightkayaking

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