Thanks for sharing this great collaboration

this is a solid track I'm following and giving fire

(Translation above)
Avec tous mes chaleureux remerciements à ces deux merveilleux compositeurs que sont Combstead et Robert Grigg qui m'ont permis de transformer leur musique "Prairie dreams" en chanson.
https://soundcloud.com/markcombs-928282858/new-rg-mc-5-11-6-21-1219-pm


With warm thanks to those two wonderful composers Combstead and Robert Grigg who allowed me to turn their music "Prairie dreams" into a song.
https://soundcloud.com/markcombs-928282858/new-rg-mc-5-11-6-21-1219-pm

Une autre vie

J'ai envie d'une autre vie
D'assister à l'incendie
De mon passé

Je vais larguer cette ville
Et cette vie sans péril
Me ranimer

Refrain :
Ça faisait longtemps
Que j'en rêvais
Comme un enfant
Brûlant d'envies
De taquiner l'horizon
Et ses secrets voilés
Pour la révélation
D'une autre vie

Ça fait trois jours que je marche
Le soleil dans sa grande arche
Est sans pitié

Moi, le pèlerin du rêve
J'irai au bout de ma fièvre
Sans craquer
(refrain)

Est-c' que j'hallucine ?
Là-bas se dessine
Une porte dorée

Dès que je m'approche d’elle
Elle disparaît dans le ciel
En fumée

"Quand c'est pas l'heure, c'est pas l'heure"
Me murmure un champ de blé
"Ton destin, c'est d'être ailleurs,
Et d'avancer."
(refrain)
(break)

Refrain :
Et depuis longtemps
C'est moi l'enfant
Brûlé d'envies
Et je taquine l'horizon
D'une autre vie

Paroles de Myckaël Marcovic, 13 décembre 2021
Musique de Mark Combs, Robert Grigg et Myckaël Marcovic

Another life

I want another life
To witness the burning
Of my past

I'm gonna dump this town
And this life without peril
To revive me

Refrain:
It's been a long time
I've been dreaming about it
Like a child
Burning with desire
To tease the horizon
And its veiled secrets
For the revelation
Of another life

I've been walking for three days
The sun in its great arch
Is without pity

I, the pilgrim of the dream
I will go to the end of my fever
Without cracking
(refrain)

Do I hallucinate ?
There is a golden door
A golden door

As soon as I approach it
It disappears in the sky
In smoke

"When it's not time, it's not time"
Whispers to me a field of wheat
"Your destiny is to be elsewhere,
And to move on."
(refrain)
(break)

Refrain:
And for a long time

I'm the child
Burned with envy
And I tease the horizon
In the revelation
Of another life

Lyrics by Myckaël Marcovic, December 13, 2021
Music by Mark Combs, Robert grigg and Myckaël Marcovic

Une autre vie  (Combstead / Robert Grigg / Myckaël Marcovic)

Saturday (Pistachios and Ice Cream)

A Million Skies

Chucking away.
The time you thought you'd saved up.
Just a lot of descents. 
You're putting off your makeup.
Till they've had their say.
Now you are feeling lonely.
The world turning grey.
They all get a say. 

Can't save it all.
Throw it all away.
Stop saving up for a rainy day. 

The unwritten page.
Your future feeding slowly.
Solely displayed.
So you feel haunted ghostly.
A blanket of rage.
A warming cloth of kindness.
A look of dismay.
A feeling obeyed. 

Can't save a thing.
Not a piece of cake.
It's never yours, it just goes to waste. 

Can't waste a thing.
As it slips away.
No point in waiting for a chosen day. 

Next thing you know.
You've got a ways to go.
But you cannot know.
If you will get a go.
Time can go slow,
But also run away from.
And quickly fade.
A sudden shade. 

Can't save it all.
Throw it all away.
Stop saving up for a rainy day. 



You Can't Take It With You

Arctic soundscapes with a haunting yet warm voice full of emotions, this is how Inyha paints her inner emotional world where ice & snow covers the warmth of her heart, where walls of silence create distance, where mirrors of ice show her own disguise, while all she longs for is nearness and love. 

//

Written and recorded by Inyha

Inyha - Voice, Piano, Glockenspiel, Hang Drum & Synthesizers
Jimmy Deer - Mixing Engineer

// 

LYRICS:

It’s winter, it’s winter
The sun is covered in ice
I know that, I know that
I need to see the light
Sometimes I can
Feel so dark
And lost inside

Snowflakes dancing in the dark
But you are just as cold and hard
And I break inside for longing
To be near, to be near
Walls of silence hit me covered in ice
Mirroring my own disguise
And shaking me with fear
Of loosing you my dear

It’s winter, it’s winter
The sun is covered in ice
I know that, I know that
I need to see the light
Sometimes I can
Feel so dark
And lost inside

You can be the warmest sun
And the coldest ice and the strongest wind
Blowing in my eyes
Revealing all I hoped to hide
I don’t want to loose you
No I don’t want to loose you
For some stupid selfish pride
For another useless fight
I break inside

It’s winter, it’s winter
The sun is covered in ice
I know that, I know that
I need to see the light
Sometimes I can
Feel so dark
And lost inside

You are the sunshine and the rain
The snowfall and the hail
The ocean and the stream
Carrying me to my new self
Carrying me to my new self
And you mean so much to me
You mean so much
That sometimes I can’t hide
My pride, my stupid pride
I cannot hide

It’s winter, it’s winter
The sun is covered in ice
I know that, I know that
I need to see the light
Sometimes I can
Feel so dark
And lost inside

Snowflakes dancing in the dark
But you are just as cold and hard
And I break inside for longing
To be near, to be near
Walls of silence hit me covered in ice
Mirroring my own disguise
And shaking me with fear
Of loosing you my dear

It’s winter, it’s winter,
The sun is covered in ice
I know that, I know that
I need to see the light
But some day I know
Spring will come
And the ice will flow.

Snowflakes dancing in the dark

Snowflakes Dancing in the Dark

Bluebird

Headtrip (SoundCloud Master)

The Ghost - John Albert 

The Ghost knocked on the door just like they did all the times before 
I thought I’d invite them in and see if they might sit with me again, I said,
“Why did you go away?” And then “Where have you been?”, “How long can you stay?” And why…
"Why are you still around when you should be in a box in a hole in the ground?"

The Ghost said not a word but only looked at me and then I heard
A clear and sudden sound like a lightning clap had hit the ground 
And I jumped up right away and when I looked at the Ghost I heard somebody say that I’ll
Never see another day unless I grab those keys and drive away, So..

Now we’re out on the street
And The Ghost sits still in the next seat 
As I careen into turns
I can see them smile as the tires burn
And I made up my mind, 
They’re gonna ride with me till dying time
Well you might see me out on the road, 
but only I see The Ghost 

The Ghost made not a sound but I could sense each turn we flew around 
And I seemed to know the way without a chart for the stars or the light of the day
It seems like forever now that we were on that road all alone somehow and then 
The Ghost stuck a finger out and I could see in the mist stood a lonely town

Now we’re out on the street
And The Ghost sits still in the next seat 
As I careen into turns
I can see them smile as the tires burn
And I made up my mind, 
They're gonna ride with me till dying time
Well you might see me out on the road, 
but only I see The Ghost 

Lead

The Ghost then tapped the door so I locked up the brakes and they were gone
I sat with an empty stare thinking maybe they were never there
I got back on the road but then I saw this shadow as I drove and now
The Ghost leans on a pole but there’s one less driver to take him home.

The Ghost - John Albert

Shemesh" is a 30-piece orchestra symphony that serves as a tribute to the great Hanan Ben Ari, incorporating a diverse range of instruments beyond the strings. Alongside Asher Laub's captivating violin performance and the full string section, the arrangement also features the expressive power of brass, winds, and percussion. These additional instrumental elements enrich the composition, adding depth, color, and dynamic contrast to the overall sound.

The symphony beautifully intertwines the memorable melody of Hanan Ben Ari's song "Shemesh" with the orchestral arrangement. The lyrics of the original song convey a profound message of hope, resilience, and the power of the sun as a symbol of renewal and transformation. The arrangement seeks to capture the essence of these lyrics through its cinematic and romantic core, allowing the listener to experience a profound emotional journey.

Throughout the piece, the orchestration skillfully blends the delicate and soaring tones of the strings with the bold and triumphant sounds of the brass section. The winds add a touch of whimsy and lightness, while the percussion provides a rhythmic foundation and adds dynamic energy to the arrangement. Together, these instruments create a rich tapestry of sound, enhancing the emotional impact of the composition and lending it a grandeur befitting a tribute to a revered artist.

In conclusion, "Shemesh" is a breathtaking orchestral production that pays homage to Hanan Ben Ari, skillfully incorporating a variety of instruments to complement the solo violinist and the full string section. The arrangement beautifully captures the essence of Ben Ari's lyrics, delivering a profound and emotional musical experience. From the evocative melodies to the diverse orchestral textures, this symphony stands as a testament to the power of music to honor and celebrate the legacy of an influential artist while invoking a sense of hope, resilience, and transformation in the hearts of its listeners.

Shemesh

Photograph albums seem to be able to hold a memory that is somehow more tangible than their digital equivalent. This song imagines an older women on her favourite chair looking back at pictures from over the years. 

Picture Book

Sojourn

(Translation above)

Tailleur de vers (auteur), compositeur de chansons françaises à la recherche d'interprètes.
Membre SACEM

J'ai toujours chanté depuis tout petit des chansons de toutes sortes d'abord en colonies de vacances, puis à l'école en tant qu'élève, puis dans la chorale de mon lycée et du conservatoire de Saint-Maur-des-Fossés, où j'ai aussi travaillé la clarinette, et, après avoir fait musicologie à la Sorbonne Paris IV, pendant 39 ans en tant que professeur d'éducation musicale dans les écoles élémentaires de la ville de Paris (aujourd'hui à la retraite) avec un répertoire pour enfants, de variété ou de chansons que j'ai écrites pour mes élèves.

C'est sans doute ce qui explique mon éclectisme tous azimuts  :
- musique classique : Double concerto pour violon, violoncelle et cordes, Nostalgia, Étude en forme d'hommage, Hymne à l'humanité, Promenade,
- chanson française : le Sablier cassé, Promenade vespérale, Depuis la nuit des temps, Au pays des oiseaux, À deux doigts du bonheur, La Mine d'or, La Vie est telle, Amoureux de ton désir, etc., 
- tango  : Insomnie, Tango passion, 
- samba : Version sans bas, 
- bossa nova : Cueille la nuit, la Sirène endormie, 
- jazz : Marchand d'illusions, Miaou, le Rubis, 
- funk : Love, Love, Love, 
- rap symphonique (si, si, ça existe !) : la Langue râpeuse, 
- biguine : la Fraise Tagada, les Fourmis,
- EDM : la Tête dans les étoiles,
- dance music : La Danseuse étoilée, C'est un feu d'artifices,
- pop : Freelance love, L'amour en freelance, Allume ta vie, On danse, We dance, Preuves d'amour, Zone interdite,
- disco : Enfants de la batterie, 
- rock : Une vie dense, 
- musiques d'ambiance :  Fujara, Romances sans parole,
- reggae : J'aurai ta peau,
- java : Je doute, Le crabe à 1000 pattes,
- danse traditionnelle française : La Bourrée
- world music : Invitation au voyage, Mon dernier t'aime

J'ai eu la chance et l'honneur de faire partie de deux ateliers d'écritures avec Chantal Grimm,  et de Claude Lemesle !

Verse cutter (author), composer of French songs looking for performers.
Member SACEM

I have always sung all kinds of songs since I was a child, first in summer camps, then at school as a student, then in the choir of my high school and at the conservatory of Saint-Maur-des-Fossés, where I also worked on the clarinet, and, after studying musicology at the Sorbonne Paris IV, for 39 years as a music education teacher in elementary schools in the city of Paris (now retired) with a repertory of children's songs, variety songs, or songs that I wrote for my students.

This probably explains my eclecticism :
- classical music : Double concerto for violin, cello and strings, Nostalgia, Étude en forme d'hommage, Hymne à l'humanité, Promenade,
French song : le Sablier cassé, Promenade vespérale, Depuis la nuit des temps, Au pays des oiseaux, À deux doigts du bonheur, La Mine d'or, La Vie est telle, Amoureux de ton désir, etc., 
- tango : Insomnie, Tango passion,
- samba : Version sans bas, 
- bossa nova : Cueille la nuit, la Sirène endormie,
- jazz :  Marchand d'illusions, Miaou, le Rubis, 
- funk : Love, Love, Love, 
- symphonic rap (yes, it exists !) : la Langue râpeuse, 
- biguine :  la Fraise Tagada, les Fourmis, 
- EDM : la Tête dans les étoiles,
- dance music : La danseuse étoilée, C'est un feu d'artifices, 
- pop : Freelance love, L'amour en freelance, Allume ta vie, On danse, We dance, Preuves d'amour, Zone interdite,
- disco : Enfants de la batterie, 
- rock : Une vie dense, 
- ambient music : Fujara, Romances sans parole, 
- reggae : J'aurai ta peau,
- java : Je doute, Le crabe à 1000 pattes,
- traditional French dance : La Bourrée.
- world music : Invitation au voyage, Mon dernier t'aime

I had the chance and honor to be part of two writing workshops with Chantal Grimm, and Claude Lemesle!

Une autre vie (Combstead / Robert Grigg / Myckaël Marcovic)

Myckael Marcovic

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