Myckael Marcovic - 20 great tracks!

In memory of the survivors' terrible ordeal and of those who lost their lives in the sinking of USS Indianapolis, 30th July 1945, and of those who very soon were to perish from the deadly cargo she had just delivered: the first atomic bombs.
Watch the monologue in the movie Jaws which describes with historical accuracy what happened after Indianapolis was torpedoed.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9S41Kplsbs

USS Indianapolis

Night's Embrace

Credits: 
N.o.b.S. : guitar, bass, keyboards, mix and mastering

Voyage to the God of Destruction

Voyage to the God Of Destruction

Dark Renaissance

In the heart of a world where music genres blend and transform, I stand as an artist who treasures the essence of post-rock. My journey through the realms of electronic and rock music has been an initiation of the world of the music industry. This new track follow my deep to comeback to the profound and personal style of post-rock that truly defines me.

Draw In Breath

I met a lady in the meads,
       Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
       And her eyes were wild.

She took me to her Elfin grot,
       And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
       With kisses four.

And there she lullèd me asleep,
       And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!—
The latest dream I ever dreamt
       On the cold hill side.

John Keats

Elphame

Alles so schön bunt hier drinnen...

Welcome to my mind

Feels Like Home

Dedicated to @jupow103 for his very cool folk songs and his constant support.
Wrote this around the ‘leaf laden hill’/‘darkened days’ time. So, it’s not complex but I did add some slash chords to it. Tried different modes for the strings and different cadences but the basics worked well. The melody for ‘overboard’ ascends for female vocals and descends for male vocals. The strings have the 3rd degree superimposed for the last chorus which I thought gave it a stately feel. Other than that, the strings rise when I sing' rise' and fall when I sing 'fall'. 

Lyrics: It’s mostly about a couple salvaging their relationship. There is absolutely no need to churn out all these lines when you’re doing it in real life. It is called 'Southern Catharsis' cos' it is cathartic to sing and 'Southern' cos' I like the southern drawl. 

                        1,2,3,4
                And I. Want more from this life
Than the tears you’ve shed and the blood you’ve bled on the mattress.(Could be interpreted as a woman losing her virginity but it’s not. It just rhymed.)
And you. Don’t mind what I like. (About a girl that likes what he likes)
 it’s lonely out here in the corners of your mind (needed to rhythm)
I took a ride
Down that old slide
A
You won’t give in (salvaging the relationship)
To dull what’s within

Chorus 1
Too long. With eyes wide open. Oh I breathe. Some foreign air
It makes the ground shake.(Hemingway reference) Causes hearts to palpitate. It rises up stronger than the storm. (Gladiator reference)
And if I told you I was overboard. I want you (Beatles reference). And no one else.


Trust. Falling like waves. Gathering dust.in hardened state.
Love. It’s never too much. Never too strong. Written on your face. 
16 candles in the wind (John Hughes reference. Fave film of his is Breakfast Club)
Locked in. Pouring from my skin. (It just rhymed)
And I know
You won’t give in

Southern Catharsis

A cautionary tale from out of the Midsummer Mists of Avalon, with some extraordinarily-inspired kling klang from @APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner). It's Fellini meets Dante's Inferno on magic mushrooms sorta thing! Or perhaps it should be The Nightmare Before Solstice, a la Tim Burton? Anyway, we're willing to bet it's a Fairy Death March the likes of which you've never heard or seen before!

It begins:

A full moon was sailing through clouds that midsummer’s night 
as I was coming home from the Summer Solstice rites
where, it has to be owned, the mead had flowed without halt.
Now walking along Paradise Lane ‘till Wicks Hollow neared,
and the three-way crossroads there, my eyelids felt heavy,
so I flopped down on a mossy bank, and leant up 
against a rock... and it was then that the fairies appeared.


I’ll let you listen to what unfolds next ... if you dare! 

Words and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
Copyright © Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, Summer Solstice, June 2024 

Music and cover art by APi_ZZ 
Copyright © APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) Summer Solstice, June 2024

Midsummer Night's Dream

(English translation above)

En hommage au grand Serge Gainsbourg.

(Voix additionnelles de Patrice dans le refrain).

Love, love, love

Refrain :
Love, love, love,
Love-toi
Dans mes bras
Love, love, love,
Love-moi
Dans tes doigts

Sitôt que je t’ai vue
J’en ai perdu ma voix
Je t’ai sentie émue
    Devant mon émoi
Tu es venue chez moi
Sans crainte du loup
Qui hurlait dans le bois 
    Sur son garde-à-vous
(ref)

L’épluchage d’habits,
Délicieux avant-goût,
Surchauffa mon envie
    De toi jusqu’au bout
Souviens-toi du menu :
Deux langues qui chatoient,
Je t’ai portée haut, nue,
    Au chaud sous mes doigts
(ref)

Le fruit de ton verger
A failli défaillir
Je l’ai donc replanté
    Pour le refleurir
Je vous aurais donné
Bien des détails en plus
Mais ma pudeur innée
    Y met un malus.
(ref.)

Myckaël Marcovic, le 28/07/2015
 
Approximate translation :

In homage to the great Serge Gainsbourg.

(Additional voices of Patrice in the chorus).

Love, love, love

Chorus:
Love, love, love,
Love yourself
In my arms
Love, love, love,
Love me
In your fingers

As soon as I saw you
I lost my voice
I felt you moved
In front of my emotion
You came to my house
Without fear of the wolf
Screaming in the woods
On his guard-to-guard
(ref)

The peeling of clothes,
Delicious foretaste,
Overheated my desire
From you to the end
Remember the menu:
Two languages that sparkle,
I carried you high, naked,
Warm under my fingers
(ref)

The fruit of your orchard
Almost fainted
So I planted it
To make it grow again
I would have given you
Many more details
But my innate modesty
Put a penalty on it.
(ref.)

Myckaël Marcovic, the 28/07/2015

Love, love, love

(English translation above)

ROMANCES SANS PAROLES

           VIII

Dans l'interminable
Ennui de la plaine
La neige incertaine
Luit comme du sable.

Le ciel est de cuivre
Sans lueur aucune.
On croirait voir vivre
Et mourir la lune.

Comme des nuées
Flottent gris les chênes
Des forêts lointaines
Parmi les buées.

Le ciel est de cuivre
Sans lueur aucune.
On croirait voir vivre
Et mourir la lune.

Corneille poussive
Et vous, les loups maigres,
Par ces bises aigres
Quoi donc vous arrive ?
 
Dans l'interminable
Ennui de la plaine
La neige incertaine
Luit comme du sable.

Poème de Paul VERLAINE
Musique de Myckaël MARCOVIC,
novembre 1990

Approximate translation :

ROMANCES WITHOUT WORDS

VIII

In the interminable
Boredom of the plain
The uncertain snow
Shines like the sand.

The sky is copper
No light at all.
It’s like watching life
And die the moon.

Like a cloud
The oaks float grey
From the distant forests
Among the mists.

The sky is copper
No light at all.
It’s like watching life
And die the moon.

Dusty Crow
And you skinny wolves,
With those sour kisses
What’s wrong with you?

In the interminable
Boredom of the plain
The uncertain snow
Shines like the sand.

Poem by Paul VERLAINE
Music by Myckaël MARCOVIC,
November 1990

Romances sans parole

(English translation above)

Voix : Patrice Mary https://soundcloud.com/patrice-mary06

Si seulement

Si seulement tu voulais m’ regarder
J’finirais d’m’agiter
En pantin incolore
Implorant sémaphore
Mais mon si, seul, ment

Si seulement tu voulais t’approcher
Sans peur d’être piégée
Tu sentirais l’espoir
De mon cœur, ton miroir
Mais mon si, seul, ment

Si seulement tu voulais m’écouter
Je te couronnerais
Des plus beaux mots d’amour
Jusqu’à la fin des jours
Mais mon si, seul, ment

Si seulement tu voulais me toucher
Sans peur de succomber
Au plaisir incendiaire
Brûlant ton sanctuaire
Mais mon si, seul, ment

Si seulement je pouvais revenir
Sur la Terre et mourir
Encore d’amour pour toi
Pour aller au-delà
De ce si seulement…
Car
Mon « si seulement » tue

Myckaël Marcovic, le 22 décembre 2015.

Approximate translation :

If only

If only you would look at me
I’ll just finish waving
As a colourless puppet
Imploring semaphore
But my if, alone, lies

If only you would come closer
Without fear of being trapped
You would feel hope
From my heart, your mirror
But my if, alone, lies

If only you would listen to me
I would crown you
The sweetest words of love
Till the end of the days
But my if, alone, lies

If only you would touch me
Without fear of succumbing
To the incendiary pleasure
Burning up your sanctuary
But my if, alone, lies

If only I could come back
On Earth and die
More love for you
To go beyond
What if only…
Because
My "if only" kills

Myckaël Marcovic, December 22, 201

Si seulement (feat. Patrice Mary)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KlFSYQbu2U0
(English translation above)

Au pays des oiseaux

Dans leur dernier bagage
Portés par des amis, 
Habillés d’un nuage,
Peut-être, ils nous sourient
D’un train de sénateur
Plus besoin de compter
À la banque des heures
Qui se sont envolées.

Refrain :
Pourquoi les gens s’en vont
Comme des papillons,
Chercher un ciel plus beau
Au pays des oiseaux ?

Comme s’ils ne voulaient
Vivre qu’en souvenir.
Comme s’ils devenaient
Libres de l’avenir,
Où tout n’est que nuages
Que les oiseaux caressent
En feuilletant les pages
Des vies où rien ne pèse.
(refrain)

On sent s’accumuler,
Sur nos chemins sans liesse,
Au poids de nos regrets,
Tous les chagrins qu’ils laissent.
Et l’on pense au passé.
Si tout ne fut pas rose,
On finit par gommer
Les épines des roses.
(pont)

Mais la vie continue
Par dépit, par bravoure
En lorgnant sur les nues
Où l’on ira un jour,
Pour se déshabiller
De nos chères amures
Pour être plus léger,
Vers d’autres aventures.

Refrain :
…
Comme des papillons
…
Au pays des oiseaux.

Myckaël Marcovic, le 20 janvier 2018

In the land of birds

In their last luggage
Carried by friends,
Dressed in a cloud,
Perhaps, they smile at us
With a senator's train
No need to count
In the bank of hours
That have flown away.

Chorus :
Why do people go away
Like butterflies,
To seek a more beautiful sky
In the land of birds?

As if they only wanted
To live only in memory.
As if they were becoming
Free from the future,
Where all is only clouds
That the birds caress
Flipping through the pages
Of lives where nothing weighs.
(chorus)

One feels accumulating,
On our paths without jubilation,
To the weight of our regrets,
All the sorrows that they leave.
And we think of the past.
If all was not rosy,
We end up erasing
The thorns of the roses.
(bridge)

But life goes on
By spite, by bravery
By looking at the clouds
Where we will go one day,
To undress
Of our dear loves
To be lighter,
Towards other adventures.

Chorus :
...
Like butterflies
...
In the land of birds.

Myckaël Marcovic, January 20, 2018

Au pays des oiseaux (feat. Miorcos)

(English translation above)

A Louise Morel

C’est un feu d’artifices
		
Bouillonnant en coulisses
Comme au fond des abysses
Elle envahit la scène
Comme espace érogène

De la lave en fusion
Jaillit à profusion
De sa terre tam-tam
Où ses jambes s’enflamment

Jusqu’aux nues et ardente
La musique dansante
Plante en son cœur vaudou
Les rythmes les plus fous

Refrain :
C’est un feu d’artifices
Où tous les yeux se vissent
Comme un bouquet final
Humiliant les étoiles

Personne ne résiste
Au pouvoir de l’artiste
Qui offre en intégral
Son plaisir animal.
(refrain)

Myckaël Marcovic, le 17 juillet 2019

Approximate translation :

To Louise Morel

It’s a fireworks display

Bubbling behind the scenes
As in the depths of the abyss
It invades the stage
As erogenous space

Of molten lava
Gushing out in profusion
From his land tam-tam
Where his legs burn

To the skies and the fire
The dancing music
Plant in his voodoo heart
The wildest rhythms

Chorus:
It’s a fireworks display
Where all eyes are screwed
Like a final bouquet
Humiliating the stars

No one can resist
To the power of the artist
Which offers in full
Its animal pleasure.
(chorus)

Myckaël Marcovic, July 17, 2019

C'est un feu d'artifices

Lyrics and superb vocal melody by Jenia
Music by Myckaël Marcovic

Fujara

I can hear - nature whisper in my ear.
Sounds melt - leaving kindly no regret...

Velvet path - crystal waters bring - alas!
The path  will lead - to the place where we shall meet...)

Ratsouk, 02/2020

Fujara (Jenia / Myckaël Marcovic)

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25 biggest musical influences

Sonic Youth
Radiohead
Pavement
Franz Schubert
Neil Young
The Velvet Underground
The Cure
The Beatles
Pink Floyd
The Rolling Stones
The Clash
Ramones
Bruce Springsteen
The Doors
Joy Division
Pixies
David Bowie
Creedence Clearwater Revival
Led Zeppelin
The Who
Bob Dylan
Metallica
My Bloody Valentine
Neutral Milk Hotel
Jimi Hendrix
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(Translation above)

Tailleur de vers (auteur), compositeur de chansons françaises à la recherche d'interprètes.
Membre SACEM

J'ai toujours chanté depuis tout petit des chansons de toutes sortes d'abord en colonies de vacances, puis à l'école en tant qu'élève, puis dans la chorale de mon lycée et du conservatoire de Saint-Maur-des-Fossés, où j'ai aussi travaillé la clarinette, et, après avoir fait musicologie à la Sorbonne Paris IV, pendant 39 ans en tant que professeur d'éducation musicale dans les écoles élémentaires de la ville de Paris (aujourd'hui à la retraite) avec un répertoire pour enfants, de variété ou de chansons que j'ai écrites pour mes élèves.

C'est sans doute ce qui explique mon éclectisme tous azimuts  :
- musique classique : Double concerto pour violon, violoncelle et cordes, Nostalgia, Étude en forme d'hommage, Hymne à l'humanité, Promenade,
- chanson française : le Sablier cassé, Promenade vespérale, Depuis la nuit des temps, Au pays des oiseaux, À deux doigts du bonheur, La Mine d'or, La Vie est telle, Amoureux de ton désir, etc., 
- tango  : Insomnie, Tango passion, 
- samba : Version sans bas, 
- bossa nova : Cueille la nuit, la Sirène endormie, 
- jazz : Marchand d'illusions, Miaou, le Rubis, 
- funk : Love, Love, Love, 
- rap symphonique (si, si, ça existe !) : la Langue râpeuse, 
- biguine : la Fraise Tagada, les Fourmis,
- EDM : la Tête dans les étoiles,
- dance music : La Danseuse étoilée, C'est un feu d'artifices,
- pop : Freelance love, L'amour en freelance, Allume ta vie, On danse, We dance, Preuves d'amour, Zone interdite,
- disco : Enfants de la batterie, 
- rock : Une vie dense, 
- musiques d'ambiance :  Fujara, Romances sans parole,
- reggae : J'aurai ta peau,
- java : Je doute, Le crabe à 1000 pattes,
- danse traditionnelle française : La Bourrée
- world music : Invitation au voyage, Mon dernier t'aime

J'ai eu la chance et l'honneur de faire partie de deux ateliers d'écritures avec Chantal Grimm,  et de Claude Lemesle !

Verse cutter (author), composer of French songs looking for performers.
Member SACEM

I have always sung all kinds of songs since I was a child, first in summer camps, then at school as a student, then in the choir of my high school and at the conservatory of Saint-Maur-des-Fossés, where I also worked on the clarinet, and, after studying musicology at the Sorbonne Paris IV, for 39 years as a music education teacher in elementary schools in the city of Paris (now retired) with a repertory of children's songs, variety songs, or songs that I wrote for my students.

This probably explains my eclecticism :
- classical music : Double concerto for violin, cello and strings, Nostalgia, Étude en forme d'hommage, Hymne à l'humanité, Promenade,
French song : le Sablier cassé, Promenade vespérale, Depuis la nuit des temps, Au pays des oiseaux, À deux doigts du bonheur, La Mine d'or, La Vie est telle, Amoureux de ton désir, etc., 
- tango : Insomnie, Tango passion,
- samba : Version sans bas, 
- bossa nova : Cueille la nuit, la Sirène endormie,
- jazz :  Marchand d'illusions, Miaou, le Rubis, 
- funk : Love, Love, Love, 
- symphonic rap (yes, it exists !) : la Langue râpeuse, 
- biguine :  la Fraise Tagada, les Fourmis, 
- EDM : la Tête dans les étoiles,
- dance music : La danseuse étoilée, C'est un feu d'artifices, 
- pop : Freelance love, L'amour en freelance, Allume ta vie, On danse, We dance, Preuves d'amour, Zone interdite,
- disco : Enfants de la batterie, 
- rock : Une vie dense, 
- ambient music : Fujara, Romances sans parole, 
- reggae : J'aurai ta peau,
- java : Je doute, Le crabe à 1000 pattes,
- traditional French dance : La Bourrée.
- world music : Invitation au voyage, Mon dernier t'aime

I had the chance and honor to be part of two writing workshops with Chantal Grimm, and Claude Lemesle!

Romances sans parole

Myckael Marcovic

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