The Battle Of Newbury - From the album Turbo-Laser - by Turbo-Laser

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The Battle Of Newbury

Upbeat piano driven power ballad with strong melody

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Translation above
Texte et chant : Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Musique : Myckaël Marcovic
Illustration : Annie Madec

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La poésie se boit

D’un Nice révolu
Au monde tropical
D’une escale en bateau
Près d’une radio libre
Revenue d’un bouquin
Immaculée contraception
En passant par les tarés
Qui nous parlent tant

De leur dernier voyage
Pour nous jeter enfin
Leurs pseudo métaphores
En criant des sornettes
Du haut des goélettes

Et faut pas les croire, Monsieur,
Que demain, à midi
S’il reste une heure à vivre
Je me battrai pour l’homme
Jusqu’au bout de mes forces.
S’il reste une heure à vivre
Je me battrai pour l’homme
Jusqu’au bout de mes forces.

Mais ma voix s’est coincée
Dans un nuage bleu
Sur mon pays, ma terre,
Pas très loin de la baie
Qui m’arrache à la nuit.

Quand tu dors mon ami,
Prends le temps de rêver
Pour quand tu seras vieux,
Et mesure ta mesure
Sans trop crier, l’ami, (bis)
Sans trop crier…

Post-mortem, pour moi,
La mort est à Venise
Dans mes bras tu verras
La poésie se voie
La poésie se noie
La poésie se boit

Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel, 2025
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 4 mars 2025

Poetry can be drunk

From a bygone Nice
To the tropical world
From a stopover on a boat
Near a free radio station
Back from a book
Immaculate contraception
By way of the crazies
Who talk to us so much

About their last voyage
To finally throw us
Their pseudo-metaphors
Shouting nonsense
From the top of the schooners

And don't believe them, Sir,
That tomorrow, at noon
If there's an hour left to live
I'll fight for man
To the end of my strength.
If there's an hour to live
I'll fight for the man
To the end of my strength.

But my voice is stuck
In a blue cloud
Over my country, my land,
Not far from the bay
That snatches me from the night.

When you sleep my friend,
Take the time to dream
For when you are old,
And measure your measure
Without shouting too much, my friend, (bis)
Without shouting too much...

Post-mortem, for me,
Death is in Venice
In my arms you will see
Poetry can be seen
Poetry can be drunk
Poetry is drowning

Lyrics by Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel 
 Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 4 March 2025

La poésie se boit (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic)

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I see it now as clear as rain
Your feet on the dash with the sun in our way
We're listening to your white boy blues
Only good days from now on

We're hidden in sheets like stilted ghosts
As we hear the children laughing from across the room
All is calm before we strike
Only good days from now on

I hear the sound, the rumbling deep
As the rain hits the ground and goes back to the sea
You always love nights like these
Only good days from now on

Only good days
Only good days
Only good days from now on
It's good days, only good days
Only good days from now on

A kiss on the neck as we sway in place
The floorboards are creaking beneath our weight
The music hums in our bones
Only good days from now on

You're an ocean, babe, with love so deep
I cast my long shadows across your wake
With love that's so deserving
Only good days from now on

It's a here and now, not a now and then
The way I feel about you will last always
20 years and then 20 more
Only good days from now on
 
Only good days
Only good days
Only good days from now on
It's good days, only good days
Only good days from now on

Folded hands, quiet eyes
A final kiss and a final goodbye
I'm so grateful I, spent my life with you
Only good days from now on

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