I absolutely love the lyrics and intensity of the melody.  So DEEP!!

Sublime !! Quel texte magnifique interprêté avec tant d'émotion qu'il m'en vient des larmes... j'adore la musique, elle est.... si belle ! Oh comme j'aime cette chanson

très belle chanson! un bel hommage aux poètes! Piano magnifique.

Nice and impressive Myckael. Well-written ballad.

OVERDUE

Track By Combstead
Guitar, Lyrics and Vocals by Robert Grigg

In Your Arms - Combstead & Robert Grigg

Inner Turmoil is an inner journey that burns in silence. Like the woman in the photo – bare shoulders, face in shadow and flames etched on her back – this track speaks of the fire we carry inside, hidden behind empty looks and too-long silences. A slow beat, a tension that doesn’t melt.
If you like that sound hear my playlist with the same mood;
https://soundcloud.com/zipboy83/sets/collaboration-with-laura-maren

Produced by EileenNoise


[Verse]
She paints her face in shades of grey
The mirror cracks but she won't stay
The weight of screams she hides inside
A tidal wave she cannot bide

[Chorus]
And the fire burns beneath her skin
A silent roar she keeps within
A fist clenched tight against the sky
She won't bow down she won't comply

[Verse 2]
The world spins loud a reckless game
She spits the rules won't play the same
Her shadow's loud her voice defies
A thousand truths wrapped up in lies

[Chorus]
And the fire burns beneath her skin
A silent roar she keeps within
A fist clenched tight against the sky
She won't bow down she won't comply

[Bridge]
Her heart's a storm her veins ignite
She dances wild against the night
The chains that bound her now are dust
She's breaking free because she must

[Chorus]
And the fire burns beneath her skin
A silent roar she keeps within
A fist clenched tight against the sky
She won't bow down she won't comply

Inner turmoil

Aged Seventeen.
You had a dream.
But then it turned into a lie.
Now, all the summers passing by.
Are not for love.

In your despair.
You wanna care.
You're falling into disrepair.
Now you're losing all your hair.
Ah, if you could.

Now, all the hipsters stand so tall.
They're careful not to take your calls.
The brightest lights you've ever seen.
Are casting shadows in your dreams.

Your golden shrine.
Won't take it's time.
But, you don't want to waste a line.
As you pluck them from from the sky.
Boy, if you could.

The flowing tune.
Is a sand dune.
And you are sinking by the feet.
Trying to reach out incomplete.
To a golden bull.

Now all the lizards on the wall.
Might be prepared to lose it all.
But I just find this place obscene.
I guess I'll rid you from my dreams.

Hold this space.
Watch me go.
Out of time.
In the know. (x2)

Aged Seventeen.
You had a dream.
But then it turned into a lie.
All your summers pass you by.
They're not for love. 

You wanna fly.
Stuck getting high.
Oh, I can see it in your eyes.
That it's time to say goodbye.
I've got to go. 

Now all your friends have lost their way.
They flew away one sunny day.
Were barely noticed in the squall.
I'm not prepared to lose it all.


Goodbye, I've Got To Go

cold shoulder of snow written and composed and also produced by Christoper Patrick Brown - Chris Browne BrowneProject download a track on my Bandcamp music page? https://browneproject.bandcamp.com/track/cold-shoulder-of-snow

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Cold Shoulder Of Snow

Bahama.

As the wind blows through the trees.
As the silence starts to break.
As the dawn is facing forward.
Passing time, prepared to wait.
While a crow is looking over.
As you're making your mistakes.
You hide your face.
Hide your face.

If tomorrow wasn't certain.
Would you still behave this way?
As there is no way of knowing.
Could you live on in disgrace?
As the current representative of the dead who lost their way.
You hide your face.
Better hide your face.

Can the sunshine ever touch upon.
The darkness at the heart.
Will the ancestors forgive you for your
mistakes at the start.
As the crows begin to circle.
All their eyes fixed in one place.
Better hide your face.
Hide your face.

Bahama.

When you're running down the white lines.
When you can not see the stars.
When you can not stop them watching.
When you can not fall apart.
Oh, should there be a knocking.
On the window in the morn.
You have been warned.
Better get things done.

Bahama.

And should you go a-walking in the trees.
Be careful not to show them any fear.
And it might be a crow at your window.
The Dead have nothing to teach us, so let it go.
Just let it go.


Bahama (Reprise)

"Atlantis" is my submerged city.

This song was born from a year of silence, mourning and scars. It is dedicated to my father death one year ago, my first guide, my first sound. As a child, I watched him listen to The Shadows, immersed in a world that I didn't understand then, but that keeps me alive today.

The artwork represents that child — me — suspended between absence and memory. The shadows of the guitars are the remains of what has been, yet they still vibrate, as if somewhere they were still playing for him.

"Atlantis" is not just a song: it is my way of going down into the depths, among the ruins, and bringing what remains to the surface.

💿 Produced by EileenNoise.
🎸 In memory of those who taught me to listen to the silence between the notes.

Check my other works with that sound
soundcloud.com/zipboy83/sets/collaboration-with-laura-maren

[Verse]
Shadows fade like broken glass
In the ruins of my past
Crawling out from dirt and stone
Found a place to call my own

[Chorus]
Burn me down I’ll rise again
From the ashes of my sin
Chains are gone the weight is light
Born again in endless fight

[Verse 2]
Bruised and battered torn apart
Every scar a piece of art
Shattered dreams they light the way
Through the dark to find the day

[Chorus]
Burn me down I’ll rise again
From the ashes of my sin
Chains are gone the weight is light
Born again in endless fight

[Bridge]
Smoke still lingers in the air
But I breathe without a care
Let the embers guide my hand
Building castles in the sand

[Chorus]
Burn me down I’ll rise again
From the ashes of my sin
Chains are gone the weight is light
Born again in endless fight

Atlantis

A Talking Guitar

Video🎥 here: https://youtu.be/c3-cFsIUC0M
Everything Changed (But Me) is the first chapter of our brand new apocalyptic trilogy (the second part, called "Let's Die Tonight", was released on June 26 - https://soundcloud.com/beatingedge/lets-die-tonight - along with the video - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q4SFAXq_qGI).😅
The video shows a strange, purple sky filled with terrifying clouds. People are running, looking up, screaming... but we never really understand what’s going on. In the end, our guitarist wakes up from what seems like a nightmare, but she doesn’t look to her right, where the purple storm is real, outside her window. So maybe she isn’t dreaming at all. 
The song plays with two layers. One is global, unsettling, and chaotic. The other is much more personal and introspective.
The world is changing, inside and out.
Little technical side note: this song really gave us a hard time, too many incompatible gears, but we made it in the end! It should sound decent enough! 
As always, headphones recommended! 🎧
Make sure to watch the video to catch more of the story. 
This is only the beginning..😬
Thanks for listening and see you in the comments!
Love you! 💜
Released on major streaming platforms on June 20, 2025.
Released on SoundCloud on June 12, 2025.
©2025 Beating Edge

Lyrics:

I woke up one day
And it all was new
The world was insane
Oh what's it coming to?

Why is everybody running?
It seems so strange
And why is everybody screaming?
Everything's changed

Everything changed (Everything Changed)
But me
Everything changed (Everything Changed)
But me
Everything changed
Everything changed
Everything changed
Everything changed

And they're all looking to the skies
But oh what can they see?
And the world's passed me by
But not me

Why is everybody running?
It seems so strange
And why is everybody screaming?
Everything's changed

Everything changed (Everything Changed)
But me
Everything changed (Everything Changed)
But me
Everything changed
Everything changed
Everything changed
Everything changed

Everything changed (Everything Changed)
But me
Everything changed (Everything Changed)
But me
Everything changed
Everything changed
Everything changed
Everything changed

Everything Changed (But Me)

Official Music Video

Radio Silence

Paroles et chant de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic
Photomontage d'après le tableau Coin de table, d'Henri Fantin-Latour. 1872
Hommage à Léo Ferré qui a rendu lui-même hommage à Paul Verlaine et Arthur Rimbaud.

Ne pleure pas, Léo,
Mon Léo, mon ami
Léo de la passion
Naufragé de la vie,
Tu changes de couleur
Avec Paris Canaille 
Quand tu souffles la vie
Et la folie des hommes

Refrain :
Au musée des tourments
Les copains de la Neuille
Sont toujours de la fête
Quand tu viens nous chanter
Verlaine et puis Rimbaud
Dans un vieux bordel tango
Quand tu viens nous chanter
Rimbaud et puis Verlaine

Ne pleure pas, Léo, 
Va, porté par le vent,
Rejoindre le chagrin
D’amour et de pitiés
Dans tes rêves cachés
Pour ce moment royal
Les poètes maudits
Te saluent tout là-haut
(refrain)

Ne pleure pas, Léo,
Que le temps passe vite
Mais nous, on t’oublie pas
Toi, le messie de l’âme
Arrivé de la nuit
Ami du temps présent
Tu reviendras un jour
Danser sous les étoiles

Refrain :
Au musée des tourments
Les copains de la Neuille
Seront tous de la fête
Quand on verra chanter
Verlaine et puis Rimbaud
Dans un vieux bordel tango
Quand tu viendras chanter
Rimbaud et puis Verlaine
La la la la la la (4X)
Quand on verra chanter
Dans un vieux bordel tango
Quand tu feras danser
Verlaine avec Rimbaud

Tribute to Léo Ferré, the famous French singer who himself paid tribute to Paul Verlaine and Arthur Rimbaud, two great French poets.

Don't cry, Léo,
My Léo, my friend,
Léo of passion,
Shipwrecked by life,
You change color
With Paris Canaille 
When you breathe life
And the madness of men

Chorus:
At the museum of torment,
The friends of La Neuille
Are always partying
When you come to sing us
Verlaine and then Rimbaud
In an old tango brothel
When you come to sing us
Rimbaud and then Verlaine

Don't cry, Léo, 
Go, carried by the wind,
To join the sorrow
Of love and pity
In your hidden dreams
For this royal moment
The cursed poets
Salute you from above
(chorus)

Don't cry, Léo,
Time passes quickly
But we won't forget you
You, the messiah of the soul
Arriving from the night
Friend of the present moment
You will return one day
To dance under the stars

Chorus:
At the museum of torments
The friends of La Neuille
Will all be at the party
When we see singing
Verlaine and then Rimbaud
In an old tango brothel
When you come to sing
Rimbaud and then Verlaine
La la la la la la (4X)
When we see singing
In an old tango brothel
When you make dancing
Verlaine with Rimbaud

Translated with DeepL.com (free version)

Ne pleure pas, Léo

(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

Ne pleure pas, Léo

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