Un drame inoubliable formidablement narré ici, le texte touche énormément, la musique est majestueuse, ton interprétation pleine d'émotion... bravo et merci pour cet hommage !

chanté et écrit de manière très obsédante

comme toujours beaucoup de passion et dévolution, keep it up my friend!!

On ressent bien le drame au travers de la musique et du texte. 👍

Another one Myckeal! How one can this go on! A sinister dangerous frantic feel to this one. Like that dramatic stop and the synth that comes in. Is that a sense of a ship swaying in the wind with its broken beams. Powerful!

Hyperion

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/je-taime-d-j-en-souvenir
Translation above
Texte, musique et voix : Myckaël Marcovic
Text, music and voice : Myckaël Marcovic

Je t’aime déjà en souvenir

Je sais que rien ne dure toujours
Et que tu partiras un jour
Sur les ailes d’un courant d’air
Et comm' je ne peux rien y faire
Je t’aime déjà en souvenir

J’ai vu trop de passés pareils
À d’infinies fins de soleils
Pour qui j’aurais donné tout l’or
Du monde, mais en vain, alors,
Je t’aime déjà en souvenir

Refrain :
Tu vas partir, ma fille, tu vas partir
Pour te construire un avenir
Mais dans tous tes jours à cueillir
Garde-moi dans ton souvenir

Bien sûr, pour l’instant c’est l’école
Et, de bonnes grâces, tu t’y colles
Mais dans tes beaux yeux qui pétillent
Je vois s’allumer des brindilles
Tu m’aimes déjà en souvenir

Si nos chemins en parallèles
Avancent sur la même échelle
Mes barreaux sont plus fatigants
Et plus proches du firmament
Chacun gravit ses souvenirs

Lorsque je tutoierai le ciel
Tu auras déployé tes ailes
J’en sourirai, mais pour l’instant
Dans le silence des yeux j’entends
Qu’on s’aime déjà en souvenir.

Refrain :
Je vais partir, ma fille, je vais partir
Et te laisser à l’avenir
Mais dans tous tes jours à cueillir
Garde-moi dans ton souvenir.

Myckaël Marcovic, le 15 février 2024

I already love you in memory

I know that nothing lasts forever
And one day you'll be gone
On the wings of a breeze
And there's nothing I can do about it
I already love you in memory

I've seen too many similar pasts
To endless ends of suns
For whom I would have given all the gold
Of the earth but all in vain,
I already love you in memory

Refrain :
You're going to leave, my daughter, you're going to leave
To build a future for yourself
But in all your days to gather
Keep me in your memory

Of course, right now it's school
And, with good grace, you stick to it
But in your beautiful sparkling eyes
I see twigs light up
You already love me in memory

If our parallel paths
On the same ladder
My rungs are more tiring
And closer to the firmament
Each one climbs his memories

When I reach the sky
You'll have spread your wings
I'll smile, but for now
In the silence of the eyes I hear
That we already love each other in memory.

Refrain :
I'm going to leave, my daughter, I'm going to leave
And leave you to the future
But in all your days to gather
Keep me in your memory.

Myckaël Marcovic, 15 February 2024

Je t'aime déjà en souvenir

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/m-me-pas-peur
Translation above

Même pas peur !

À tous ceux qui me prennent
Pour la mère-grand du loup
Qui croient que je me traîne
Dès qu’arrivent des coups
Je leur dis, au passage,
Méfiez-vous de mon âge !
J’en ai sous la semelle
Toujours prête à l’appel.

Refrain :
Face à tous les tyrans
Comme aux p’tits commandants
Même pas peur ! (bis)
Face aux partis brûlants
De fous crétinisants
Même pas peur ! (bis)
Mais…
Face à l’amour ardent
Avec son grand cœur d’enfant
Même pas peur !

Quand je vois la dégaine
De tous ces gros marlous,
Je devine leur déveine
Qui ne vaut pas trois sous.
Y a des mouches qui les piquent
À la moindre critique
Ils se croient des modèles,
Qu’en laissant des séquelles.
(refrain)

À ceux qui se déchaînent
Éclairés par des fous
Tout perfusés de haine
Pour ceux pas à leur goût
Je leur brave un sourire
En pleurant leur empire
Aux mortelles chapelles 
Ma vie préfère le miel
(refrain)
Même pas peur (7 X)

Myckaël Marcovic, le 14 mai 2024

Not even afraid!

To all those who think I'm
For the wolf's grandmother
Who think I'm crawling
Whenever a blow comes
I tell them,
Beware my age!
I've got it under my belt
Always ready for the call.

Refrain :
Against all tyrants
Like little commanders
Not even afraid!  (bis)
Facing up to hot political parties
Of cretinizing madmen
Not even afraid! (bis)
But...
In the face of ardent love
With a child's heart
Not even afraid!

When I see the look
Of all these big louts,
I can guess their disgrace
It's not worth three cents.
Flies are biting them
At the slightest criticism
They think they're models,
And leave a lasting impression.
(refrain)

To those who go wild
Enlightened by madmen
All infused with hatred
For those not to their liking
I brave them with a smile
While mourning their empire
To mortal chapels 
My life prefers honey
(refrain)
Not even afraid! (7 X)

Myckaël Marcovic, May 14, 2024

Même pas peur

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/les-couleurs-de-lamour
Translation above

Les couleurs de l’amour

De quelle couleur est ton amour ?
Par quel détour est-il menteur ?
S’il est trop blanc
C’est un enfant
S’il est trop vert
C’est qu’il espère
S’il n’est que bleu
C’est pour les yeux
S’il est trop gris
Il n’est qu’esprit
S’il est trop noir
Y a plus d’espoir

Refrain :
Moi, je préfère le rouge
Parce que le rouge, ça tache
Tout comme mon cœur s’attache
Bien plus qu’un arbre à sa souche

De quelle couleur est ton amour ?
Par quel détour est-il menteur ?
Trop incolore
Il s’évapore
Trop éclatant
C’est aveuglant
Trop bigarré
Faut l’éviter
En demi-teinte
L’amour s’éreinte
Et trop brûlé
Faut l’enterrer
(refrain)

De quelle couleur est ton amour ?
Par quel secours est-il sauveur ?
Couleur câlin
J’aime ses mains
Couleur bougeoir
Dans ton regard
Couleur confiance
C’est l’évidence
Couvert d’honneurs
C’est le bonheur
S’il dure toujours
C’est bien trop court
(refrain)

Myckaël Marcovic, 25 mai 2021

The colors of love

What color is your love?
How is it deceitful?
If it's too white
It's a child
If it's too green
It means he hopes
If it's only blue
It's for the eyes
If it's too gray
It's only spirit
If it's too black
Y a plus d'espoir

Chorus :
Me, I prefer red
Because red stains
Just like my heart
Much more than a tree to its stump

What color is your love?
How is it deceitful?
Too colorless
It evaporates
Too bright
It's blinding
Too variegated
Avoid it
In half-tone
Love burns out
And too burnt
You have to bury it
(chorus)

What color is your love?
By what help is it saviour?
Cuddly color
I love his hands
Candlestick color
In your eyes
The color of trust
It's obvious
Covered in honors
It's happiness
If it lasts forever
It's far too short
(chorus)

Myckaël Marcovic, May 25, 2021

Les couleurs de l'amour

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/la-mar-e-est-en-noir
Translation above

Sur un magnifique texte de Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre-Loussot à propos du naufrage en 1978 de l'AMOCO Cadiz près de Portsall, en Bretagne. Survenu après ceux du Torrey Canyon (mars 1967), l’Olympic Bravery (janvier 1976), le Boehlen (octobre 1976)

Musique et voix : Myckaël Marcovic
Music and vocals : Myckaël Marcovic

La marée est en noir

La mer cinglait à corps et à cris
Sous un ciel chargé de gribouillis
Toutes les mouettes et les cormorans
Semblaient noyés dans le mauvais temps.

Un pétrolier gouvernail cassé
Impossible de le remorquer
Un rocher éventra ses cloisons
La cargaison largua son poison.

Refrain :
La marée est en noir
Ça coule, ça pue, ça poisse
Bouquet de noce qui ancre sa crasse

Portsall, port digne de ton blason
Ce jour-là, tu portais bien ton nom.
Sombre terminal par accident.
Tombeau des mouettes et des cormorans.

Vomi de marée qui s’amarre
le soleil couchait dans un sang noir.
Une armada de cirés bretons
Ont relevé manches et mentons

(Refrain)

Breizh partageait les larmes de fiel
Des éboueurs peinant sur leur pelle.
Qui serraient les dents se rappelant
Déjà trois marées noires en dix ans  

Malgré les linceuls de cet or noir
Qui se sont gravés dans les mémoires
Les marchés de la consommation
Vont de déraisons en déraisons

(Refrain)

Paroles de Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre et Myckaël Marcovic, 
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 05 juillet 2024

Based on a magnificent text by Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre-Loussot on the 1978 sinking of the AMOCO Cadiz near Portsall, Brittany. This followed the sinking of the Torrey Canyon (March 1967), the Olympic Bravery (January 1976) and the Boehlen (October 1976).

The tide is in black

The sea was screaming its head off
Under a doodle-laden sky
All the seagulls and cormorants
Seemed drowned in the bad weather.

A tanker with a broken rudder
Impossible to tow
A rock ripped open its bulkheads
The cargo dropped its poison.

Refrain :
The tide is black
It sinks, it stinks, it poisons
A wedding bouquet that anchors its grime

Portsall, port worthy of your coat of arms
that day, you lived up to your name.
Dark terminal by accident.
Grave of seagulls and cormorants.

Mooring tidal vomit
the sun set in black blood.
an armada of Breton oilskins
rolled up sleeves and chins

(Refrain)

Breizh shared the tears of gall
Of garbage men toiling on their shovels.
Who gritted their teeth remembering
Three black tides in ten years  

Despite the shrouds of this black gold
etched in our memories
Consumer markets
From folly to folly

(Refrain)

Words by Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre and Myckaël Marcovic, 
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, July 05, 2024

La marée est en noir (Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre-Loussot / Myckaël Marcovic)

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/la-faute-au-cerveau
Translation above.

https://soundcloud.com/lionel-abbou m'a fait l'honneur de mettre en musique mon texte et de le chanter.

C’est la faute au cerveau

On n’est jamais content
De son physique
On est trop p’tit, on est trop grand
C’est pas pratique
On est trop mince, on est trop gros
Ou trop chétif, ou ramollo
C’est la faute (ter)
aux kilos

On n’est jamais content
De son physique
On est trop noir, on est trop blanc
C’est pathétique
On manque de grâce, de biscotos
On est tordu comme un ragot
C’est la faute (ter)
aux photos

Refrain :
Mais rien n’est un défaut
Qu’on se trouve moche ou beau 
Quel que soit le tableau
C’est la faute (ter)
au cerveau

Il y a toujours bien mieux
Que son physique
On est trop jeune, on est trop vieux
Chronillogique
Les cheveux tombent incognito
La calvitie, ça fait vieillot
Viv’ la boule (ter) 
à zéro
(refrain)

Quand on se sent trop vieille
Monogamique
Que la peau s’emplit de dentelles
Trop archaïques
Pour ne plus voir ces rides en trop
Et fair’ de l’œil aux hidalgos
Bistouri (ter)
À gogo
(refrain)

Myckaël Marcovic, le 24 juillet 2020
Musique de Lionel Abbou, 27 mai 2024

Lionel Abbou did me the honor of setting my text to music and singing it.

It's the brain's fault

You're never happy
With the way you look
You're too small, you're too big
It's not practical
You're too thin, you're too fat
Or too sickly or too soft
It's the fault (ter)
the kilos

You're never happy
With the way you look
You're too black, you're too white
It's pathetic
We lack grace, biscotos
We're as twisted as gossip
It's the fault (ter)
to the pictures

Refrain :
But nothing is a flaw
Whether you think you're ugly or beautiful 
Whatever the picture
It's the fault (ter)
the brain

There's always something better
Than your looks
You're too young, you're too old
Chronillogic
Hair falls out incognito
Baldness is old-fashioned
Viv' la boule (ter) 
to zero
(refrain)

When you feel too old
Monogamous
When the skin fills with lace
Too archaic
To stop seeing those extra wrinkles
And wink at the hidalgos
Bistouri (ter)
In spades
(refrain)

Myckaël Marcovic, July 24, 2020
Music by Lionel Abbou, May 27, 2024

La faute au cerveau (Myckaël Marcovic / Lionel Abbou) feat. Lionel Abbou

Vinterdvala

Latest mid tempo rock song written and produced by John Hardman for Swamp Productions.
John H - Vocals, guitars & keys
(c)(p) 1st Jan 2025 Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories

Another Romeo

Sometimes you love people so much that you wish you would have been there at every difficult moment in their lives.

Music & lyrics: Antoine Guigan, 2025

VERSE 1:
Sometimes I wish that I would be seventeen again
And I’d meet you in the park  on a sunny morning
 I’d put my arms around you, and hold you so tight
That all of your nightmares would come to pass

VERSE 2:
Sometimes I wish that I would be seventeen again
To keep all of these bad boys a distance away
To shelter you from their lies and from their hate
And from the sad thoughts you had at night

CHORUS:
Cause sticks and stones can break your bones
And tear your heart to pieces
Sticks and stones can break your bones
And then burn your soul alway 

VERSE 3:
If I could turn the clock back, rewind the hands of time
I would be there on the days your thoughts went dark
If I could lighten up your somber days  with a smile 
I'd show you a future that looks bright

VERSE 4:
If I could be seventeen again, I’d teach you how to fight
I’f teach you how to raise your fists and rise out  of the night
If I was seventeen again I’d keep you close to me
And push against the clouds and tell you that you’re free 

CHORUS:
Cause sticks and stones can break your bones
And tear your heart to pieces
Sticks and stones can break your bones
And then burn your soul alway 

VERSE 5 (BRIDGE):
I’d tear down every wall, fight every fear you have
To  give you all of the love that is mine   
I’d fight against thousands, and I would fight every day    
To bring you peace and joy and chase the pain away

VERSE 6:
If only I could be seventeen again
I could meet you in the park on a sunny morning
I could  put my arms around you, and hold you so tight
That  all of your nightmares would come to pass

Seventeen

Introduction in English:

Manfred (‘Manne’) was my oldest friend. We used to play together in the sandpit. 
We were both very contrasting characters. I was ambitious for a long time and wanted to excel through special achievements. Manne, on the other hand, preached idleness and complete freedom from pressure even as a teenager.  He often laughed at me from his lotus position when I got bogged down in something. I secretly admired him for his attitude of pure being and complete freedom from purpose. 
Through him, I learnt about the benefits of slowness and pausing. And he was a sensitive companion when I came into contact with certain drugs such as cannabis, alcohol and cocaine in my early adulthood.     
Unfortunately, from his mid 20s onwards, he tipped more and more towards the destructive side of drug use. During this time, we both drifted further and further apart. The last time I saw him, he seemed like a wreck to me. I could already sense that things weren't going to be good with him for much longer. 
Nevertheless, I was shocked when I learnt of his early death at the age of just 31. 
Since then, I have visited his grave every year and see how many beautiful aspects of him live on in his son, who is my nephew. 
With this song, I would like to honour him with my own personal musical memorial.   

Lyrics in English (for those, who don`t speak German):

Manne Manne

Manne Manne, it hurts so much
Because I just don't quite understand
That you left so soon
You pissed off from one day to the next

Manne Manne, you were such a cool hero
In your anti-achievement world
Instead of storm and stress in a noble snail's pace
A bohemian with a song of lullabies

Believed in you for a long time,
In your ‘Let yourself go’ poem
Your vision of life without haste

Without any pressure and stressful scabies
Just stay lying there
Behind misty coloured windows
Against the compulsion to do!

Manne manne, you were once so beautiful
You could turn women's heads
With your deeply chilled charm
Even the proudest lay in your arms

Manne Manne, master of slowness
Of ‘I don't have to do anything, I always have time’
Of life beyond ‘Nine to Five’
Of twilight sleep in the realm of night owls

Lord of the drug world
Herring-hook-less tent
Invited us into

Strange magic worlds
Where no rules apply
Into dark shadowy spaces
Gave us a light there

Manne Manne, it hurts so much
Because I never quite understand
That you went down like that
I've missed you a few times

Manne Manne, I`ve dreamt of you sometimes
Damn, I missed it somehow
To stop your self-dissolution programme
At the last meeting it was already much too late

Manne Manne
Manne Manne
Manne Manne
 
 




Manne Manne

Farewell (Demo)

(Translation above)

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. 128 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.

Né en 1961 à Paris.
Membre SACEM

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. 128 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.

Born in 1961 in Paris.
SACEM member

La marée est en noir (Marie-Françoise Barreau-Delapierre-Loussot / Myckaël Marcovic)

Myckael Marcovic

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