Mal dans le ventre dès les premières notes cette musique est un coup de cœur !! Bravo au compositeur !! Quel talent

Awesome atmosphere and a very good arrangement.

beautiful composition and awesome production...great track

Very remarkable piece in the development of musical thought!

SE KIND

Strength Of Peace (Original Mix)

Translation above

Texte : Isabelle Le Gouic, du groupe Fip Ta Zik https://soundcloud.com/user-524852847
Musique et voix : Myckaël Marcovic

Text: Isabelle Le Gouic, from the group Fip Ta Zik https://soundcloud.com/user-524852847 
Music and vocals : Myckaël Marcovic

Il n’y a rien à voir

Sur la jetée de mon papier grimoire
Des rimes jetées
Qui s’arriment à la brume
Mon brouillard en errance
Posé sur un papelard
Il n’y a rien à voir
Sur la jetée de mon papier miroir
Des embruns jetés
Mes pensées que j’écume
Mon brouillard en partance
Sur mon papier bavard
Il n’y a rien à voir

Refrain :
Sur le journal où je m’épanche
Il n’y a rien à voir
J’écris à l’encre blanche
Sur un papier ivoire

Sur la jetée de mon papier mémoire
Souvenirs lancés
Mes vieilles balançoires
Les brouillons de l’enfance
Sur mon papier buvard
Il n’y a rien à voir
Sur la jetée de mon papier du soir
Encre blanch’ jetée
Comme une pleine lune
Qui s’élance en plein jour
Sur un papier blafard
Il n’y a rien à voir

Refrain :
Sur le journal où je m’épanche 
Il n’y a rien à voir
J’écris à l’encre blanche
Ma plume a peur du noir

Paroles : Isabelle Le Gouic
Musique : Myckaël Marcovic, le 14 juin 2024

There's nothing to see

On the pier of my grimoire paper
Discarded rhymes
That dock with the mist
My wandering fog
On a piece of paper
There's nothing to see
On the pier of my mirror paper
Spray thrown
My thoughts that I foam
My departing fog
On my chattering paper
There's nothing to see

Refrain :
On the newspaper where I pour out my heart
There is nothing to see
I write in white ink
On ivory paper

On the pier of my memory paper
Thrown memories
My old swings
Childhood drafts
On my blotting paper
There's nothing to see
On the pier of my evening paper
Bleached ink thrown away
Like a full moon
That rises in broad daylight
On a pale paper
There's nothing to see

Refrain :
On the newspaper where I pour out my heart 
There's nothing to see
I write in white ink
My pen is afraid of the dark

Lyrics: Isabelle Le Gouic
Music: Myckaël Marcovic, June 14, 2024

Il n'y a rien à voir (Isabelle Le Gouic / Myckaël Marcovic)

Horo Divine

Orbit

I've got seven bottles of water.
Two more to piss in.
I'd like to get things sorted.
But I don't know where to begin.
I'm glad I tore myself apart.
I didn't know which way to start.
What was begun?
I'll know that answer when I'm done.

My brothers are little rich kids.
My sister is the same.
While I'm stealing firelighters.
Living just to clear my name.
I've just one question before we start.
Should I be taking this to heart?
What's mine is mine?
I'll find out somewhere down the line.

My friends are going crazy.
Chase American dreams.
And I would join their party,
But I don't know what that means.
The 'truth' is nonsense, it would seem.
They're living someone else's dream.
Sit worlds apart.
I should have realised from the start.

I'm starting now to see.
(You) Don't create a thing for me.
Seem half destroyed by infamy.
Consider this, my litany.
Sulphides will rot away your heart.
I took a look back to the start.
No chosen one.
Your shadows blocking out my sun.

What's done is done.

Sometimes, I really feel.
Like no one can beat me.
But then I go and lose again,
You know the outcome by the end 
You know it just don't bother me.
I'm used to losing it would seem.
A sacred art.
That I've been learning from the start.

Six, E, Q, U, J, Five, Wow!
It isn't fucking aliens.
Get back down to earth now. 
There is no value to your art.
You should of known this from the start.
You're not divine.
Despite the memories in your mind.

Apeman, spaceman, later than creation.
Homebird, prison, from whence has arisen?
Lord, will you still my beating heart?
I should of known it from the start.
What's done is done.
They never said you were the one.

What's done is done.
What's done is done.

What's Done is Done

Guitars, Bass,  Vocals and Lyrics by Robert Grigg

Come Dance With Me

01 Emotion

A relaxing piano only tune with some live recordings of the ocean (and some friendly seagulls). The ocean has always been a place of relaxation and contemplation for me. Enjoy.

seaside (relaxing LIVE piano)

album: https://soundcloud.com/temple-of-the-haunted-man/sets/an-astronauts-tale

Halo

Laffont Andy allias NCS Production is music composer.

Horo Divine

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