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Smooth Traditional African Compositions

1 -  Afrocubism - Eliades Tumbao 27
2 - Malouma - Nnew
3 - Geoffrey Oryema - Makambo
4 - Sia Tolno - La Penque Choevuh
5 - Toumani Diabate ft Ballake Sissoko - Kanou
6 - Asa - There's A Place
7 - Ladysmith Black Mambazo - Hello My Baby
8 - Mariam and Ahmadu - Djuru
9 - Pierre Tchana & Orchestra Poly-Rhythmo - N'est Jamais Trop Tard
10 -Baaba Maal & Luciano - Africa Unite
11 -Kayamba & Linah - Umeniweza
12 -Rokia Traore - Laidu
13 -Afrocubism - Mariama
14 -Fatoumata Diawara - Nayan
15 -J'dess - Mmiri

Davabs Afro Beat 2 (Mellow)

Harlequin

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/le-sommeil-du-matamore
translation above
Texte et voix de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic
Illustration d'Annie Madec

Le sommeil du matamore

Messieurs, mesdames, mon moi et moi
Vont vous chanter leur oraison
Que j’ai vécue, enfant de chœur,
Dans mon sommeil de matamore

Je moissonne des capucines,
Des mandragores de couleur
Les soirs de brume sur la colline
Sur des losanges de sept lieues

Je pense à des mots de saisons
Comme l’amour jamais cassé
Comme l’extase des matins
Comme la pitié un vendredi

Je traverse des macadams
Dans des souliers de carabin
Rouges qui exhalent la mort 
Comm’ les bottes de Saint-Pierre

Les moralistes, parlons-en !
Ils nous tartinent le melon !
Allez pointer, mais allez donc
À vos comptoirs de xénophobes

Les prophètes ont signé un pacte :
Ces fous de Dieu qui puent de l’âme
Et qui refoulent du malheur,
Sonnent les cloches de leurs blâmes

Ils sont tous là comme des loups
Fumant des pieds sur leur empire
Pour Dieu, la mort c’est l’habitude
De nettoyer ses souvenirs

Quand la lumière se fait courage
C’est toujours l’autre qui a tort
Il n’aime que ce qu’il ignore
Ses essuie-glaces sont en panne

Tous leurs couloirs cassent la vie
Avec leurs portes colmatées
Surtout la nuit, elles me font mal.
Et j’entends ricaner les hyènes

Messieurs, mesdames, mon moi et moi
Vous ont chanté leur oraison
Que j’ai vécue, enfant de chœur,
Dans mon sommeil de matamore

Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel, 25 07 2024
Musique : Myckaël Marcovic, 7 août 2024

The matamore's sleep

Gentlemen, ladies, me and I
Will sing you their oration
That I lived, choirboy,
In my matamore sleep

I harvest nasturtiums,
Colored mandragores
On foggy evenings on the hill
On seven-league rhombuses

I think of seasonal words
Like love never broken
Like the ecstasy of mornings
Like pity on a Friday

I cross macadams
In red shoes
Red with the smell of death 
Like Saint Peter's boots

Let's talk about moralists!
They're spreading the melon!
Go and punch the clock
To your xenophobic counters

The prophets have signed a pact:
God-fearing fools who stink of the soul
And repress misfortune,
Ring out their bells of blame

They're all out there like wolves
Smoking their empire with their feet
For God, death is the habit
To cleanse one's memories

When light becomes courage
It's always the other who's wrong
He only loves what he doesn't know
His windshield wipers are out of order

All their corridors break life
With their clogged doors
Especially at night, they hurt me.
And I hear the hyenas cackling

Gentlemen, ladies, me and I
Have sung their oration to you
That I lived, choirboy,
In my matamore sleep

Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel, 25 07 2024
Music : Myckaël Marcovic, August 7, 2024

Translated with DeepL.com (free version)

Le sommeil du matamore (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic), feat Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel

“Rien n'est plus vivant qu'un souvenir.” F G Lorca   --  "There is nothing more alive than a memory."F G Lorca

Everyone's neighborhood

Lyrics:

Peaceful mind, calm waves
Content serenity
Seclusion suits me, no storm takes me by surprise

It’s just a small thrill when the lights go dim
But a presence lights the room
I’ll just bite my tongue, but I’ll get my fill
When a smile lights up the room (2x)

(All trouble fades away when a brightness fills the room
My sorrow fades away when a light brightens the room
No grimness, spite or fear will take his brightness from the room
He smiles and teases, says: can’t take my lightness from the room) (repeat ad nauseam)





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Country Rock, Rockabilly, Rock and Roll, Country, Bluegrass, Folk, Singer-Songwriter… I’m not sure what it is, but I had a lot of fun recording it!

How great it would be if I had someone who could mix it correctly. In fact, I have a dozen songs like this one if there are any producers out there who want to bring me into their studio and do an album.


A Place Called Home - John Albert 

I gotta go, no I never stay
For very long in one place
I hit the road trying to make my escape
I’ve been this way since my young days

I’m never sure if it’s the right time to go but 
I get this feeling, and then I know

A box of things and a bag full of clothes, but it’s always the same I just can’t find a place called home 

I can never find a place called home


Top speed, I make my getaway
Never need to be too long in one place 
Miles pass and days seem to fade
Townes fly by but the road doesn’t change 

I’m never sure about where I’m gonna go and I get this feeling, I’ll never know

Pick up my strings and the words that I wrote, but it’s always the same, I just can’t find a place called home 

I can never find a place called home


Another day on the Highway 
Heading somewhere, that I’ll never stay 
No time to think about the life that I made
I’ll only stop on my last day

I’m never sure if it’s the right time to go but 
I get this feeling, that’s alI I know

The double lines mark the miles that I drove, but it’s always the same, I just can’t find a place called home
 
I can never find a place called home

A Place Called Home - John Albert

music for reading, relaxing and meditating

Song of Winter's night

Sonate n°3 pour piano en fa majeur

J’ai rarement besoin d’introduire mes musiques. Celle-ci fait exception : s’agissant d’une musique à programme, je me dois d’en présenter les grandes lignes pour que, à la fois l’auditeur, mais aussi l’interprète, puissent comprendre ce que j’ai voulu signifier et comment interpréter cette sonate.

Cette sonate pour piano a pour titre « Anthropo-scène ». Elle a pour ambition de décrire l’évolution de l’Homme depuis la nuit des temps jusqu’à nos jours.

Vidéo : https://youtu.be/LeAbQYEAiAs

Sonate n°3 pour piano ­— « Anthropo-scène »

Music by The Gallery (2011)
Mixed by Gaz G 
May, 2025
Courtesy of Produce Like A Pro.

Lyrics: 
Sunny days and smiling faces
Isn't that where we belong?
Down a road only hope can take us
Singing songs of peace and love
Sing it now

Heavy hearts they won't escape us
We cross the line when it gets blurred
Why can't we if God forgave us? 
A fights a fight, we both feel burned

We'll drop bombs all day and night
To show who's in the wrong and who's in the right
Who's in the wrong and who's in the right? 

Empty looks on empty faces 
With something stolen from our souls
Seeking gold in foreign places
Never filled us up, it stole

Once again we raise our voices 
"Give us what we're looking for"
The world's a product of our choices
Will we choose to stop this war? 

We'll drop bombs all day and night
To show who's in the wrong and who's in the right
Who's in the wrong and who's in the right? 

We'll drop bombs all day and night
'Til the other one's down and out of sight
It seems we can't move on without a fight
Sing it now
Who's in the wrong and who's in the right? 
Who's in the wrong and who's in the right? 
Who's in the wrong and who's in the right? 
Who's in the wrong and who's in the right?

Who's in the right (Mixed By Gaz G)

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Para escuchar la versión con Mara Oldfield  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/voy-a-volver-atras-con-voz
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/voy-a-volver-atras
Para escuchar la versión a capela  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/voy-a-volver-atras-ac

VOY A VOLVER ATRÁS

Juan Ignacio de Pano Maynar.

En un hueco del tiempo
no sé en qué frío
se me quedó perdido
el temblor de tu cuerpo
cuando mis besos 
buscaban nido
entre tus labios tibios.

En el eco de un verso
de madrugada
se me quedó callada
la canción de tu pecho
cuando mi cara 
se recostaba 
en su infinito cielo.

Estribillo

Voy a volver atrás 
con mi arrogancia al borde del camino
a rescatar mis sueños del olvido.
Voy a ir en tu busca a ese lugar
en que aún sigo vivo.(bis)

----------

En una umbría calle
de lejanías
se me quedó dormida
tu manera de amarme
cuando la tarde
nos convertía
en rosas encendidas.

Estribillo

I'M GOING TO GO BACK

Juan Ignacio de Pano Maynar.

In a gap in time
I don't know in what cold
the trembling of your body was lost to me
when my kisses
sought a nest
between your warm lips.

In the echo of a verse
at dawn
the song of your chest fell silent
when my face
rested
on its infinite sky.

Chorus

I'm going to go back
with my arrogance at the side of the road
to rescue my dreams from oblivion.
I'm going to look for you, to that place
where I still live. (repeat)

----------

On a shady street
of distances
your way of loving me fell asleep
when the afternoon
turned us
into burning roses.

Chorus

Voy a volver atrás (Feat. MV)

Para escuchar la versión con MV  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/heliodora-dorita-feat-mv
Para escuchar la versión con Martin T.  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/heliodora-feat-martin-t/comment-2344409538
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/heliodora
Para escuchar a versión a capela con MV   https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/heliodora-dorita-ac
Para escuchar a versión a capela con Martin T.  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/heliodora-ac-mt
Mi más profundo agradecimiento a Stewart MacLean por este maravilloso regalo.

HELIODORA´S SONG

She wakes with the sun but forgets where it rose
Her hands tell the story of the life that she chose
Fingers worn down like the stones in a stream
She built her own world from a broken dream

[Verse 2]
Heliodora fought with a heart full of fire
Through storms and through shadows her strength wouldn’t tire
She held up her home with no luck on her side
Her spirit unbroken though time tried to hide

[Chorus]
Oh Heliodora your name rings so true
A fighter a dreamer the world’s still in you
Though memories fade and the moments seem small
Your story still echoes it’s heard by us all

[Verse 3]
She worked with her hands till the years took their toll
A soldier of love with an unyielding soul
Her choices were heavy but her heart was light
She carried her family through the darkest of nights

[Bridge]
Now the past it gets blurry like a watercolor sky
But her laughter still lingers it refuses to die
The wrinkles she wears are her medals of grace
Heliodora still shines through time’s quiet embrace

[Chorus]
Oh Heliodora your name rings so true
A fighter a dreamer the world’s still in you
Though memories fade and the moments seem small
Your story still echoes it’s heard by us all


HELIODORA

Despierta con el sol, pero olvida dónde salió.
Sus manos cuentan la historia de la vida que eligió.
Dedos desgastados como piedras en un arroyo.
Construyó su propio mundo a partir de un sueño roto.

[Verso 2]
Heliodora luchó con un corazón lleno de fuego.
A través de tormentas y sombras, su fuerza no se cansó.
Mantuvo su hogar sin la suerte de su lado.
Su espíritu inquebrantable, aunque el tiempo intentó ocultarlo.

[Estribillo]
Oh, Heliodora, tu nombre suena tan verdadero.
Una luchadora, una soñadora, el mundo aún está en ti.
Aunque los recuerdos se desvanezcan y los momentos parezcan pequeños.
Tu historia aún resuena, todos la escuchamos.

[Verso 3]
Trabajó con sus manos hasta que los años le pasaron factura.
Una soldado del amor con un alma inquebrantable.
Sus decisiones fueron pesadas, pero su corazón era ligero.
Llevó a su familia a través de las noches más oscuras.

[Puente]
Ahora el pasado se vuelve borroso como un cielo de acuarela.
Pero su risa aún... Perdura, se niega a morir.
Las arrugas que lleva son sus medallas de gracia.
Heliodora aún brilla a través del abrazo silencioso del tiempo.

[Estribillo]
Oh, Heliodora, tu nombre suena tan cierto.
Una luchadora, una soñadora, el mundo aún está en ti.
Aunque los recuerdos se desvanezcan y los momentos parezcan pequeños.
Tu historia aún resuena, todos la escuchamos.

Heliodora´s song (Feat. Stewart MacLean)

By pressing play
you agree to
1. Become a lifelong devotee of this artist
2. Stream everything, even the weird side projects
3. Comment: "Genius"
4. Buy vinyl
Even if you don't own a turntable
Especially if you don't own a turntable

You tapped the beat? That's binding
You laughed? That's proof of consent
By tapping your foot in a public place
you now owe me your attention
until my artistic phase ends
or I fake my death for press

No refunds
No complaints
No skipping the outro

Clause 7b: You will defend me in comment sections
Clause 9: You will quote me in arguments you barely understand
Clause 12: Your soul remains mine
in perpetuity
plus royalties

She ate the fries
He bought the fries
Boom - contract

Somewhere between ketchup
and that third laugh
she apparently co-signed
his entire fantasy

Her wrist brushed his wrist
now she's liable
for his unmet expectations
plus damages

Didn't read the menu?
Still binding
Smiled politely?
That's consent

These are the terms
These are the traps
You clicked "I agree"
without reading the map
No opt-out clause
No human review
By being polite
you said "I do"

Hired on a handshake
you just sold your Sundays
Your dreams?
They've been repurposed
for synergy

The job title said "Creative"
but it meant
"Copy, paste, obey"
You clock in?
You vanish
You breathe in cubicle gray

Your spine?
Company property
Your passion?
A performance metric

See Appendix D
for how to smile on Zoom
while crying on mute
See Section 19
on swallowing your rage
without leaving trace

These are the terms
These are the binds
You didn't negotiate
you were just being kind
Now your silence is debt
Your patience is proof
Your signature's inked
in the sweat of your youth

By hearing this
you acknowledge
All transactions are final
All expectations are assumed
All resistance
is a breach of contract

Thank you for your compliance!

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My new piece based on a theme that surfaced when I was writting my resigned and dark Intermezzo, which in contrast, turned out to be one of the brighest and joyfull of my creations, very lively and bursting with vitality, almost reminding me of a spring flower that ascended from a damp graveyard.
This piece was probably the one I've written in the shortest amount of time,  majority of it written in a mere several hours.

Moment Musicaux for Piano, F Major, No. 2

Jerred Seveyka and Bret Tobalske
Celebrating the wedding of Dona and Gary.

Decompression Stop

Rendez Vous

LIVE ON STAGE on 23th August, 2025: https://wannebachsummer.de
NEW Video Trailer "Living": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lKm28euxFuE
NEW Video Trailer "First Thing": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Q-58t7gvyg
NEW: Hurting
NEW: FIrst Thing - (with Ian Collins)

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LATEST RELEASE ON SPOTIFY: "Old Friend" with Ian Collins. https://ffm.to/old_friend.bio

New song "Nancy Says" and a reel: https://youtube.com/shorts/D6OYurY7vgE?feature=share

Crash 'n Burn was charting up to no. 3 in RepostExchange

Hole In The Sky was mentioned in an article with Spotify playlist: : https://staticdive.com/2024/08/14/pot-barley

Check out the reel made by Overdrive on my YouTube Channel of "Crash'n Burn": https://www.youtube.com/shorts/aCx2da8Vxl8 and another one "Release Me": ttps://www.youtube.com/shorts/uCavmdcdtdY!

YT channel: https://www.youtube.com/@PotBarley
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/potbarleyofficial

Musician & songwriter driven just by passion for songwriting and singing. I am releasing "SoundCloud first" but some selected songs are also on https://potbarley.bandcamp.com or Spotify etc, sometimes in older versions though.
Since spring 2023 I have been writing and recording mainly as a "one man band", using acoustic & electric guitars, bass guitar, keyboards, an old piano, conga, etc. and a voice.
Former member of German bands: In Rags (with Sami Yli-Sirniö and Roman Keymer), Sharkpool and Dutch bands Garbitsjkeng, The Wit, Trio van Putten and and a few others. I baptized my Alter Ego and named him "Pot Barley".

(Translation above)

Auteur-compositeur de chansons françaises qui n'attendent que de bons interprètes. 
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. 132 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

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. 132 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

Le sommeil du matamore (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic), feat Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel

Myckael Marcovic

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