Dear friends, from today on my music is online at spotify, apple music, google music and many other streaming platforms. I start this off with my song Like Alice in Wonderland. Please support me by watching, liking, posting and reposting and sharing and subscribing to my channels. Thank you so much for your support.

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And to celebrate this day my new video is online.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMD28kn3pB4
Like Alice In Wonderland

All I ever wanted
seemed so out of reach
but it was something
life wanted to teach me
or was it nothing
nothing at all
just a distraction
waiting to fall
like Alice in Wonderland
fell down a rabbit hole
and the mad hatter
had something in store
teatime for ever
teatime for all
just a distraction
waiting to fall

you just don’t know how it feels
when everything is unreal

the birds, the trees and the skies
and you just wonder why

slowly
slowly

copyright Christopher Livings
Written, performed and recorded in Worpswede, 2020 by Christopher Livings

Like Alice In Wonderland

(Translation above)
Chanson écrite dans le cadre des ateliers d'écriture de Claude Lemesle, immense parolier français, avec pour double thème : "Mamifestations" et "En surfant sur un mirage".
En hommage à Georges Brassens.

Mamifestations

En mars, au premier dimanche
Alors qu’il faisait frisquet
Rue des Gaules défilait
Un flot de mamies étranges
Pour la fête des grand-mères
Ell’s marchaient à moitié nues
Quell’ moitié était vêtue ?
Au choix de leur hémisphère !

Ah ! ces mamies
Ah ! ces fesses
Ah ! ces mamifestations !

Je voyais aux banderoles
Des slogans vindicatifs
Et des dessins suggestifs
Qu’on n’apprend pas à l’école
L’armée de gants de toilettes
Et de fesses amollies
Avait pour tout alibi
D’être encor’ apt’s aux courbettes
(ref)

Ell’s réclamaient sans vergogne
En rejetant l’air glaciair’
De pouvoir chauffer leur chair
De tout objet dans leur pogne
J’ pense à la cann’  de grand-mère
À la crosse en form’ de C
En train d’ranimer l’ point G
Et l’ point O de son derrière
 (ref)

Mais le faire avec l’arthrose
Ça fatigue les poignets
Et peut laisser par excès
Quelques plaies ou ecchymoses
Petits-enfants, pour offrandes
Laissez fleurs et chocolats
Offrez pour leur nirvana
Un gode à télécommande
(ref)

Mais pardonnez ces images
Dues à la consommation
De psychotropes qui m’ont
Fait surfer sur un mirage.

Salles manies
Manifestes
Salles manifestations !

Myckaël Marcovic, le 28 octobre 2021

Song written in the framework of the writing workshops of Claude Lemesle, immense French lyricist, with for double theme : "Mamifestations" and "En surfant sur un mirage".
In tribute to Georges Brassens.

Mamifestations

In March, on the first Sunday
While it was chilly
Rue des Gaules paraded
A stream of strange grannies
For the grandmother's day
They walked half naked
Which half was dressed?
To the choice of their hemisphere!

Ah ! these grannies
Ah! these buttocks
Ah ! these mamifestations !

I saw in the banners
Vindictive slogans
And suggestive drawings
That we don't learn at school
The army of toilet gloves
And softened buttocks
Had for all alibi
To be still apt to the bows
(ref)

They shamelessly claimed
By refusing the cold air
To be able to heat their flesh
Of any object in their fist
I think of grandma's cane
With the C-shaped stick
Reanimating the G-spot
And the O point of her butt
 (ref)

But doing it with arthritis
It tires the wrists
And can leave by excess
Some wounds or bruises
Grandchildren, for offerings
Leave flowers and chocolates
Offer for their nirvana
A remote control dildo
(ref)

But forgive these images
Due to the consumption
Of psychotropic drugs that made me
Made me surf on a mirage.

Bad manners
Obvious
Bad manifestations !

Myckaël Marcovic, October 28, 2021

Mamifestations

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It's Your Turn To Cry

High

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The third album from These Guitars Say Sorry comprises 11 songs, with additional guitars, vocals and percussion by The Choir of Phantoms: Melina Oz, Marius Ihler and Gunnar Kjellsby

Rita is what people say she is
Don't believe them
People read the papers read the lines
No what's between them
There's grey between 
The lines of black and white
If you can see them
Listen close and close your eyes real tight 
You'll hear them screaming

It's the great malaise
How did we come to days like these
Cut yourself and you will bleed 
This is the good life
The washing's blowing on the line
Pretend that you're not dead inside
When London bites who lights
A fire in the Summer

I'm more scared than I used to be
Because the black wore thin and very bad things
The tailspin and the diamond eye
21 years, we're all potential virgin brides
It's a wonderful thing

Two minutes hate 5 minutes late
Not a penny between us
Seems like forever feels like yesterday
They won't believe us
The hollow rain that falls on our parade
But no one sees us
Bending down and falling on our knees
Like old believers

It's the great malaise
How did we come to days like these
Cut yourself and you will bleed 
This is the good life
The washing's blowing on the line
Pretend that you're not dead inside
When London bites who lights
A fire in the Summer

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