des mots magnifiques enveloppés dans une réalisation musicale enchanteresse

i dont understand french but i love it and the feeling just a masterpiece

Cadre médiéval efficace, très belle chanson !

LLena de sentimiento... los pelos de punta... Me encanta!

Unwritten Story

I just want to give the track a little more dynamic. Love to hear your comments.

"SoDown, Oblivinatti, Twinnflame - Supernova" (AntoriaRecords Remix) ©2024

Translation above

Texte : Isabelle Le Gouic, du groupe Fip Ta Zik https://soundcloud.com/user-524852847
Musique et voix : Myckaël Marcovic

Text: Isabelle Le Gouic, from the group Fip Ta Zik https://soundcloud.com/user-524852847 
Music and vocals : Myckaël Marcovic

Il n’y a rien à voir

Sur la jetée de mon papier grimoire
Des rimes jetées
Qui s’arriment à la brume
Mon brouillard en errance
Posé sur un papelard
Il n’y a rien à voir
Sur la jetée de mon papier miroir
Des embruns jetés
Mes pensées que j’écume
Mon brouillard en partance
Sur mon papier bavard
Il n’y a rien à voir

Refrain :
Sur le journal où je m’épanche
Il n’y a rien à voir
J’écris à l’encre blanche
Sur un papier ivoire

Sur la jetée de mon papier mémoire
Souvenirs lancés
Mes vieilles balançoires
Les brouillons de l’enfance
Sur mon papier buvard
Il n’y a rien à voir
Sur la jetée de mon papier du soir
Encre blanch’ jetée
Comme une pleine lune
Qui s’élance en plein jour
Sur un papier blafard
Il n’y a rien à voir

Refrain :
Sur le journal où je m’épanche 
Il n’y a rien à voir
J’écris à l’encre blanche
Ma plume a peur du noir

Paroles : Isabelle Le Gouic
Musique : Myckaël Marcovic, le 14 juin 2024

There's nothing to see

On the pier of my grimoire paper
Discarded rhymes
That dock with the mist
My wandering fog
On a piece of paper
There's nothing to see
On the pier of my mirror paper
Spray thrown
My thoughts that I foam
My departing fog
On my chattering paper
There's nothing to see

Refrain :
On the newspaper where I pour out my heart
There is nothing to see
I write in white ink
On ivory paper

On the pier of my memory paper
Thrown memories
My old swings
Childhood drafts
On my blotting paper
There's nothing to see
On the pier of my evening paper
Bleached ink thrown away
Like a full moon
That rises in broad daylight
On a pale paper
There's nothing to see

Refrain :
On the newspaper where I pour out my heart 
There's nothing to see
I write in white ink
My pen is afraid of the dark

Lyrics: Isabelle Le Gouic
Music: Myckaël Marcovic, June 14, 2024

Il n'y a rien à voir (Isabelle Le Gouic / Myckaël Marcovic)

Nostalgia

Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/hoy-te-canto-papa-ver-texto

Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/hoy-te-canto-papa

Para escuchar Mamá  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/mama


Hoy te canto, papá  

Cuando cantaba Mamá
en tu mirar tristeza leía.
No sé si sería verdad
o es que a mis ojos les parecía.

Piensas que puedo querer
más a mamá y no estás en lo cierto.
Los dos para mí sois un ser
pues desde entonces estoy existiendo.

ESTRIBILLO

Y de niño yo recuerdo…
que me sentabas junto a ti,
y me contabas unos cuentos
que solías “discurrir”.
Yo te miraba boquiabierto
y tú sonreías feliz.

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Siempre me siento feliz
cuando a mamá le haces caricias.
Jamás se os vio discutir
ni enfadaos ni aun por tonterías.

Gracias por todo papá
por tu bondad, por tu cariño.
También por saberme educar
y dirigirme hacia el buen camino.

ESTRIBILLO

Today I sing to you, dad

When Mom sang
I read sadness in your eyes.
I don't know if it would be true
or it seemed to my eyes.

Do you think that I can love
more to mom and you are not right.
The two of you are a being for me
since then I have been existing.

CHORUS

And as a child I remember...
that you sat me next to you,
and you told me some stories
that you used to “discuss”.
I looked at you open-mouthed
and you smiled happily.

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I always feel happy
when you caress mom.
You were never seen arguing
Don't get angry even over trivial things.

Thanks for everything dad
for your kindness, for your affection.
Also for knowing how to educate me
and direct me towards the right path.

CHORUS

HOY TE CANTO, PAPA (Feat. Manuel Palomino)

Para ver el video  https://youtu.be/muLPOSglWJE

Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/fiesta-instrumental

Para escuchar la versión original https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/fiesta-ver-texto

FIESTA

El sol aparece radiante
y se posa sobre los campos
de mi pueblo cual suave manto
engalanado de brillantes
que el rocío de la mañana
extendió con sus grandes alas.

Fiesta ¡en mi pueblo es fiesta!
me lo grita la tierra 
que nadie la trabaja
lo agradece la tienda
¡qué paz hoy sin rebajas!
Fiesta ¡en mi pueblo es fiesta!

Sonó la campana en la torre
y muy pronto será la misa
en la puerta esperan sin prisa
luciendo traje los mayores
y los niños recién peinados
¡sus zapatos qué bien lustrados!

Fiesta ¡en mi pueblo es fiesta!
me lo dice la escuela
su paz y su desierto
y el candor de la abuela
para dar “pre” a sus nietos.
Fiesta ¡en mi pueblo es fiesta!

Después del vermú la comida
en familia y con sobremesa
no muy larga pues interesa
preparar pronto la partida
e intentar que el café y el puro
no le cueste al bolsillo un duro

Fiesta ¡en mi pueblo es fiesta!
a la sombra, a la fresca
ancianos y mujeres
juegan armando gresca
al tute o al julepe.
Fiesta ¡en mi pueblo es fiesta!

La luz de la tarde se apaga
poco a poco en el horizonte
a los lejos, allá en el monte,
aún se escucha la descarga
del feliz cazador que piensa
en meter al morral más piezas.

Fiesta ¡en mi pueblo es fiesta!
las parejas pasean 
cogidas de la mano
y en los bares comienzan
las jotas tras los vasos.
Fiesta ¡en mi pueblo es fiesta!

PARTY

The sun appears radiant
and settles on the fields
of my people like a soft mantle
decked out in diamonds
that the morning dew
spread with its great wings.

Party, in my town it's a party!
the earth shouts to me
that nobody works it
the store appreciates it
what peace today without sales!
Party, in my town it's a party!

The bell rang in the tower
and very soon there will be mass
at the door they wait without haste
wearing a suit for the elderly
and the children freshly combed
Your shoes are so well polished!

Party, in my town it's a party!
the school tells me
its peace and its desert
and the candor of the grandmother
to give “pre” to her grandchildren.
Party, in my town it's a party!

After the vermouth the food
with family and after dinner
not very long because it is interesting
prepare the game soon
and try to make the coffee and the cigar
does not cost your pocket a penny

Party, in my town it's a party!
in the shade, in the cool
elderly and women
they play creating a fight
to tute or julep.
Party, in my town it's a party!

The evening light goes out
little by little on the horizon
in the distance, there in the mountains,
the download is still heard
of the happy hunter who thinks
in putting more pieces in the backpack.

Party, in my town it's a party!
couples walk
holding hands
and in the bars they begin
the jacks after the glasses.
Party, in my town it's a party!

FIESTA EN CASTILISCAR. 50 AÑOS.

Mountains and Sea

Red Room (dancehall) - Fleursonseaux
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Red Room (dancehall)

This was inspired by a lucid dream. The first verse is verbatim what happened, but I couldn’t remember the rest when I woke up. So I imagined what I think might have happened, or could have happened, or even should have happened next! 

Big thanks to @APi_ZZ who has magically composed some quite dreamy, trippy and unique-sounding music to accompany the voyage. 

Words and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
Copyright © Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, August 2024 

Music and really cool cover art by APi_ZZ 
Copyright © APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner August 2024) 

WORDS

You found me lying dozing on the Web. 
“Why are you here?” you whispered softly.
“This is what holds it all altogether,” I said
Gesturing to encompass its warp and weft,
“What? All of it,” you said, lying next to me.
I smiled at the warmth of your magnetics,
“Yeah,” I said, “they’ve got this Wyrd thing
“Going on...to help them manage infinity!”


“How to do you know all this stuff?”
You asked, still not really sure of my premise.
After all, I expect you thought it wasn’t very scientific.
“It’s easy, you just follow the River of Words.
“It’s not a waterway that runs to the sea,
“But back to the cosmic ocean of birth.
“The Druids called it the silver river of ‘Awen’.
“Their bards took their inspiration from there.”
“The silver river of Awen!” you laughed 
 “Oh, we should go there now… Come on!”
You grabbed my hands and pulled me up, 
“Sure” I said...and then we just jumped. 

“Hold on,” you said. We gripped tight to our wooden raft.
You were staring down at the river, and said: 
“I could swear I just saw the word ‘magic’ floating past.” 
“Yes, we’re going back to the genesis of that word,”
“So you can get what it means, from its source.”
“Where is that?” you asked. “You’ll see,” I replied.
 “Now watch out. We’re just coming to the giant waterfall 
“That plunges into the abyss of the Age of Enlightenment.” 

 “What the hell was that?” you asked, 
As our raft emerged out into a smooth-flowing creek,
“Don’t worry about it, “ I said. “It was just a device
“To end the Dark Ages. Only it just made things worse.
“They thought that by separating matter and spirit
“They’d get a more true view of reality.
“But, unfortunately, it was quite the reverse.”
“But what started the Dark Ages?” you wondered,
“Oh...that was just the Time Bandits
“Telling us that the Sun orbited around us,
“Screwing up our sky charts and calendars
 “Robbing us of our place in the All That Is.”

The sun was beating down as if it was midday
So we lay back on our raft to soak up the rays.
But then it just got hotter and hotter, until you asked
“Where are we now?” “Ancient Alexandria,” I said

The ‘magic’ word came past again, but now it just said ‘mage’
It floated towards the sandy banks where we saw an old sage,
Seated on a camel, his head wrapped in a purple turban, 
“We must be in the cradle of alchemy because there’s a mage.” 
 “That’s a mage?” you said. “You mean a magician?” 
“Yes, ‘mag’ just meant ‘power’; the ability to rearrange 
“The electro-magnetic warp and weft of, you know, 
“the Web of the Wyrd upon which our reality is staged.” 
“Well, I think it’s all a simulation,” you replied.
“So if you’re talking about that coding...”
“I am,” I smiled, sensing another adventure ahead.
“Then I’m in for the ride!” you said.

Web Of The Wyrd

Jane Oh Jane

Be careful of those who call themselves holy, kind, or angels. Often, you only see their true nature when it's too late.

Dark Angel

(Translation above)

Né en 1961 à Paris.
Membre SACEM
Je suis auteur-compositeur et interprète... par défaut de chansons françaises. 
Après des études au conservatoire et musicologie à la Sorbonne, j'ai enseigné l'éducation musicale à des élèves en école élémentaire de 1982 à 2021.

Dès 1989, alors que je découvrais la MAO, j'ai commencé à faire des centaines d'arrangements de chansons pour enfants ou adultes dans tous les styles pour les faire chanter. Cette solide expérience m'a amené dans un premier temps à composer des chansons pour mes élèves. Puis, je me suis lancé dans un répertoire pour adultes. 122 chansons à ce jour !

Mon répertoire va de la danse traditionnelle française (La bourrée du maumarié), à l’EDM (La tête dans les étoiles) en passant par la musique classique (Double concerto pour violon, violoncelle et orchestre à cordes) et la chanson française, le gros du panier, avec le plus souvent cette pointe d’humour qui fait tant défaut aujourd’hui dans beaucoup de chansons, (ce qui est étonnant quand on voit autant d’humoristes fleurir aux six points de l’Hexagone…)

Même si certains apprécient ma façon de chanter, mes chansons sont faites pour de vrais interprètes qui aiment monter sur scène.

Born in 1961 in Paris.
SACEM member
I'm an author-composer and performer... by default of French songs. 
After studying at the Conservatoire and musicology at the Sorbonne, I taught music education to elementary school pupils from 1982 to 2021.

As early as 1989, when I was just discovering computer-assisted music, I started making hundreds of arrangements of songs for children and adults in all styles, to get them to sing along. This solid experience initially led me to compose songs for my students. Then I started working on a repertoire for adults. 122 songs to date!

My repertoire ranges from traditional French dance (La bourrée du maumarié), to EDM (La tête dans les étoiles), classical music (Double concerto for violin, cello and string orchestra) and French chanson, the mainstay of my repertoire, most often with that touch of humor so lacking in so many songs these days (which is astonishing when you see so many humorists flourishing at the six points of the Hexagon...).

Even if some people like the way I sing, my songs are made for real performers who like to get up on stage.

Il n'y a rien à voir (Isabelle Le Gouic / Myckaël Marcovic)

Myckael Marcovic

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