I recorded this on my phone with an Ibanez electric guitar, alone yet accompanied by the swirl of emotions, tensions & inspiration around & within myself - between a "rock & a hard place", if only levitation were an option. The art is an oil pastel crayon/pencil on paper from imagination that I did in high school art class, where I was still criticized for "coloring outside the lines" of the assignment. 

May 15, 2022

Just arrived at the address,
A voice said, “wait I’m wearing a dress.”
I smoked a cig while I waited,
When an old woman soon came out.


With a suitcase by her side,
A face that hid her sadness inside.
She closed the door to the past,
"Bye, my home," were her last words cast.


Drive me through the city lights,
Show me where my heart felt bright.
The neighborhood where I used to live,
Where my daughter was conceived.



She spoke of places she once knew,
Of her love and what she had viewed.
We traveled through her history,
That I will keep in my memory.



In the dark, she shared her past,
How quickly her life had passed.
In the taxi, the time stood still,
As I drove, her dreams were fulfilled.


Drive me through the city lights,
Show me where my heart felt bright.
The neighborhood where I used to live,
Where my daughter was conceived.

Drive me through the city lights,
Show me where my heart felt bright.
The neighborhood where I used to live,
Where my daughter was conceived.


Once at the hospice, her end was near,
In her mind, everything was clearer.
This would be her last night,
Her eyes closed with morning light.


Drive me through the city lights,
Show me where my heart felt bright.
The neighborhood where I used to live,
Where my daughter was conceived.


Drive me through the city lights,
Show me where my heart felt bright.
The neighborhood where I used to live,
Where my daughter was conceived.

DYKMN

City Lights 2025

Experiment

Sometimes it feels like we are never ever done
We gotta stop and take a breath and sit down in the sun
And enjoy the rainbows as they sparkle through our tears
We deserve this moment after everything we been through
Yes, we deserve this moment 

bury me with your kisses, smother me in your embrace
drown me with your caresses, tie me up with all your lace
your absence makes the days feel longer
my longing keeps on getting stronger
I’ve been longing to get away with you 
To get away with you
To get away with you

Let us escape from all the mundane things we dread
under the crisp white sheets on a king size hotel bed
We need a sanctuary where we forget the everyday
Temporary luxury, feels so good
No dishes, no laundry, no sweeping up the floor,
leave the do not disturb sign hanging outside on the door
And disappear here for a while
Just disappear here for a while
Just disappear here

Slow down now
Take a deep breath together
As we sink into each other

Bury me with your kisses, smother me in your embrace
Drown me with your caresses, tie me up with all your lace
I am buzzing from your touches
I am tingling deep within
I feel the traces of your fingers in electric ripples on my skin
I feel the traces of your fingers in electric ripples on my skin


Kingsize

Mid to slow tempo psychedelic rock written, arranged & performed by JH.
John Hardman - vocals/guitars/keys

Soul In A Hole

Télak a song by Lágy Szellő.Enjoy!  😎
✨ Mr Woodhand:  🎸sologuitar and mastering and  the hammond track🎵👍

Télak

2025 06 13 Song 1130 

“Lines He Shouldn't Cross” dives deep into the tension between impulse and restraint. Driven by raw guitar textures and haunting vocals, the song captures that moment when someone pushes too far—emotionally, morally, or relationally. It's a reflection on regret, boundaries, and the lines we all learn not to cross… sometimes too late.”

Lines he shouldn’t cross

all the words i wrote for you

Funny Looking Flowers (Jack Miller) [06.02.25]
J Dulva and Counting Coup
(c) 2025 Cenote Music

Funny Looking Flowers

Funny Looking Flowers [06.02.25]

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

The Guitars Say Sorry – The Gods Don’t Hear Me Anymore

Closing out the Jaded album, The Gods Don’t Hear Me Anymore is a stark, emotional reckoning—part confession, part lament, part protest. Over a raw acoustic guitar in open tuning (DADEAD), The Guitars Say Sorry delivers a song that feels like it was written under a flickering streetlight in the early hours, alone but overheard.

The lyrics drift between the personal and political: forgotten memories, absent gods, the weight of family history, and the ache of disappointment in the world around us. “Tears come easy when you're young / And you don't know where you've come from” sets the tone—disillusionment framed by a search for meaning, identity, and connection. There’s resignation in the refrain, “The gods don't hear me anymore,” but also an undercurrent of defiance: “I carefully chose my enemies.”

Sparse, honest, and lyrically pointed, The Gods Don’t Hear Me Anymore is a fitting end to Jaded—a quiet anthem for those still standing in the ruins, asking questions no one seems willing to answer.

Lyrics
I'm waiting for someone
Who I don't remember
Under the bridges
The shadows of my father

The gods don't hear me anymore
The gods don't hear me anymore

So here we are
Ruled by old men with long memories
After George's death
I carefully chose my enemies

The gods don't hear me anymore
The gods don't hear me anymore

Tears come easy when you're young
And you don't know where you've come from
And they always tell you what you've done wrong

In the morning
I held my breath and nothing's changed
I closed my eyes, I'm still to blame
I can't help feeling it's still the same
As the last time

Is life always like this? I find it hard to tell
Is this what we're in for? It never ends up well

I lost my taste, changed beyond recognition
I'm spinning plates
I love the world we live in

The gods don't hear me anymore
The gods don't hear me anymore

Ran out of space, and not for the first time
Felt out of place — seems my mother was right

The gods don't hear me anymore
The gods don't hear me anymore

Tears come easy when you're young
And you don't know where you've come from
And they always tell you what you've done wrong

In the morning
I held my breath and nothing's changed
I closed my eyes, I'm still to blame
I can't help feeling it's still the same
As the last time

Is life always like this? I find it hard to tell
Is this what we're in for? It never ends up well



These Guitars Say Sorry - The Gods Don't Hear Me Anymore (Singer-Songwriter / Jaded)

(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

Myckael Marcovic