promised i would repost didnt I? Great song man, keep on writing! you got it in you!

exelente trabajo , notas discordantes , un loco total , gran laburo

Very interesting track, this is something different for sure

Some non-standart point of view! Love it =d

Composition originale. Mais je ne sais pas si "rock" est le bon tag...

(Translation above)

Encore une merveilleuse musique que Debra Buesking https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking/ephemeral-piano-day-2022 m'a autorisé à paroler. Grâce lui soit rendue.

Another wonderful piece of music that Debra Buesking https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking/ephemeral-piano-day-2022 allowed me to write some words on it. Thanks be to her.

Le sablier cassé

Je t’ai laissée partir il y a 1000 ans
Avais-je tort ou raison ? Maintenant,
Je sens que le temps me fait des reproches
Sans aucune pitié.

Ma déraison avait-elle raison ?
Pourras-tu un jour me le pardonner ?
Car mon cœur me traite de tous les noms
Qu’il sort, tout chauds, de sa broche…

Mais, 1000 ans, c’est seulement hier
Et plus j’y pense, moins j’en suis fier.
Je voudrais retrouver le sablier
Pour l’arrêter, le casser !

Si j’arrivais à retourner le temps
Je n’y toucherais plus pendant 1000 ans
Mon cœur ne battra que pour te revoir
Il ne vivra que d’espoir

Si je ne te revois pas
Le monde ne sera
Qu’un désert inhabité
Qu’un sablier cassé…

Myckaël Marcovic le 22 septembre 2021


The broken hourglass

I let you go a thousand years ago
Was I right or wrong? Now,
I feel that time is reproaching me
Without any mercy.

Was my folly right?
Can you ever forgive me?
For my heart calls me all kinds of names
That it takes out, all hot, from its spit...

But, 1000 years, it is only yesterday
And the more I think about it, the less proud I am.
I would like to find the hourglass
To stop it, to break it!

If I could turn back time
I wouldn't touch it again for a thousand years
My heart will only beat to see you again
It will only live on hope

If I don't see you again
The world will be
An uninhabited desert
Only a broken hourglass...

Myckaël Marcovic on September 22, 2021

Le sablier cassé (Myckaël Marcovic / Debra Buesking) (new version)

Pas besoin d'une longue description. C'est tout simplement génial de rencontrer ton Alter Ego. No need for a long description. It's just great to meet your Alter Ego.

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A remaster of the original from 2022.

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Move over, honey. I'm working to feeling fine.
I've done messing around. It's my time to shine.

Cos you won't stop me moving on down the line.
And I'm not planning on wasting any more time.

So come here, honey, turn the lights down low.
I've already missed out the first half of the show. 

A cadillacs just fantasy.
And i'm not getting what I need.
Find it hard to remember.
I'm not waiting until November.

My mental health anxiety.
Ain't getting  me what I might need.
I'm hungry, and there's other mouths to feed.

So come over, honey, you know it's all for show.
I'm lonely, and I've got nowhere else to go. 

A place to sleep some food to eat.
But I'm not getting what I need.
Find it hard to remember.
I'm not waiting till November.

At the end of the night, we're all living in fantasies.
Created to fulfil one of our many needs.
We're out of step.
But it's just fine.
It might get better down the line.
We're out of steam
And out of time.

Moveover

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Coming soon! We pretend to be fine.
There's a fire in the wastelands. What's mine?
Waste of time.
There's a fire.
We Survive.

There's a crack in the side of the farm.
You would think they'd run but they stay.
Waste the light.
Avoid the night.
Stay alive. 

There's a river that's flowing with gold.
That you get, when you're good, if you're old.
Waste of life.
Taste the Night.
Stoke the fire.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

There's a message we sent to the sky.
Imagine that wont be getting too far.
Trip the wire.
To the stars.
To the stars.

There's a man on the moon, and he's heating a Spoon.
As he looks sadly down on the earth.
There's a cow.
What's that now?
Holy cow.

Wee Willie runs through the town.
Crying loud as he seeks them all out.
Get to bed.
In your head.
Go to bed.

All you've got left are some rust, cans of peaches.
A pile of old vizzes and porn.
A fray bentos pie and your rosy complexion.
There's no one left you rely on. 

A bust of Beethoven, a packet of suet.
A commemorative plate, a Princess Di coin.
An overfilled ashtray, a battered red jumper.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

Interstellar... Toodle-oo

will you hold me
when we are old in
years of gold when
knees are wobbly
that would be lovely

and will you scold me
when I'm being a jackass
or only fill up my glass
and make it salty
that would be lovely...
that would be lovely!

I know your love is something I can't win at
of course I've been at
it plenty of times
I know we've yet to find the thing I'm good at
oh, no, could that
thing be rhymes?!

and even though it's fairly useless
when the pushes
come to shove
I like the way you work it—
get all your kisses 
from being tough

mmbop-pu-bam
mmbop-pu-bam
ba-dam-pa-day

will you console me
when my thoughts get silly
squat upon a diddly
and my reasoning faulty
that would be lovely

and will you hound me
if I'm napping on a Monday
snoring like a runway
or will you ignore me?
that would be lovely...
that would be lovely!

don't even try to fight the feeling
the thought alone is killing me right now
as long as we can break a ceiling
I'm more than willing
to moan & howl

and even though it's fairly simple
many of us will fail the test
mama said knock you out
mama said knock you out
still like the way you work it
as we walk in fields of gold...

[instrumental break]

oh will you hold me
when my vision gets blurry
nose & ears furry
will you chide me softly
yeah, that would be lovely

and will you serve me
(serve me?!)
a final notice when I'm lazy
short of pushing daisies
yeah, you own me
and it is lovely

yeah, it is lovely!

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