Thank you for doing this on behalf of everyone for whom she was always a leader. She was celebrated, downtrodden, ridiculed and everything, but she was always a beautiful hero to me.

Things are better than they used to be
much better than they used to be
it’s time to stop trying
to make things better than they used to be
much better than they used to be
in large part thanks to me
it’s time to take a victory nap

Seems like I can never be woke enough
No, it’s never enough.
I've had enough! I’m done with this nonsense
and I’m going back to sleep.

Less violent than we used to be
Break out the bubbly
It’s time to stop trying
just wake me up when we’re already there!

Same old messages bore me
checked off acting nobly
What else do you got for me?
I called the pot and the kettle
so where the hell is my medal
for getting that one right?
(it’s getting late in the night)

Wake me up when we’re already there
I’m too worn out from pretending to care
might slip and say what I think you all are...

Wake me up when we’re already there
Let someone drive who enjoys this sad affair
I’ll always feel like we might have gone too far...

Seems like I can never feel man enough
I’m physically tough, made of the right stuff
but that’s not enough
in a world that’s attacking me mentally

More equal than we used to be
Break out the bubbly
It’s time to stop crying
wake me up when we’re already there

Same old messages bore me
checked off acting nobly
What else do you got for me?
I called the pot and the kettle
so where the hell is my medal
for getting that one right?
(it’s getting late in the night)

Wake me up when we’re already there
I’m too worn out from being forced to care
might slip and say what I actually believe...

Wake me up when we’re already there
Let someone drive who enjoys the truth or dare
I’ll always feel like I’m not allowed to grieve...

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Wake Me Up

Arctic soundscapes with a haunting yet warm voice full of emotions, this is how Inyha paints her inner emotional world where ice & snow covers the warmth of her heart, where walls of silence create distance, where mirrors of ice show her own disguise, while all she longs for is nearness and love. 

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Written and recorded by Inyha

Inyha - Voice, Piano, Glockenspiel, Hang Drum & Synthesizers
Jimmy Deer - Mixing Engineer

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LYRICS:

It’s winter, it’s winter
The sun is covered in ice
I know that, I know that
I need to see the light
Sometimes I can
Feel so dark
And lost inside

Snowflakes dancing in the dark
But you are just as cold and hard
And I break inside for longing
To be near, to be near
Walls of silence hit me covered in ice
Mirroring my own disguise
And shaking me with fear
Of loosing you my dear

It’s winter, it’s winter
The sun is covered in ice
I know that, I know that
I need to see the light
Sometimes I can
Feel so dark
And lost inside

You can be the warmest sun
And the coldest ice and the strongest wind
Blowing in my eyes
Revealing all I hoped to hide
I don’t want to loose you
No I don’t want to loose you
For some stupid selfish pride
For another useless fight
I break inside

It’s winter, it’s winter
The sun is covered in ice
I know that, I know that
I need to see the light
Sometimes I can
Feel so dark
And lost inside

You are the sunshine and the rain
The snowfall and the hail
The ocean and the stream
Carrying me to my new self
Carrying me to my new self
And you mean so much to me
You mean so much
That sometimes I can’t hide
My pride, my stupid pride
I cannot hide

It’s winter, it’s winter
The sun is covered in ice
I know that, I know that
I need to see the light
Sometimes I can
Feel so dark
And lost inside

Snowflakes dancing in the dark
But you are just as cold and hard
And I break inside for longing
To be near, to be near
Walls of silence hit me covered in ice
Mirroring my own disguise
And shaking me with fear
Of loosing you my dear

It’s winter, it’s winter,
The sun is covered in ice
I know that, I know that
I need to see the light
But some day I know
Spring will come
And the ice will flow.

Snowflakes dancing in the dark

Snowflakes Dancing in the Dark

9. Money Pole

I dedicated this song to the loves of my life! Namaste

Vision of You

Vision Of You

Experience the melody of longing and rediscovery with our brand new male singer's sensation, "Back to You". This song is an evocative journey, chronicling a tale of love lost and found, woven with a tapestry of vibrant beats and rich harmonies. "Back to You" merges powerful vocals with infectious rhythms, stirring an emotional tsunami within the listener. The poignant lyrics are drenched with longing, while the stirring melody creates a buoyant soundscape, making it an irresistible serenade. Prepare to be moved, as "Back to You" is not just a song, it's a heartfelt voyage that strikes a chord deep within your soul.

BACK TO YOU

Translation above.

Texte et voix : Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
Accompagnement musical : Myckaël Marcovic

Arc-en ciel
Si c'était à recommencer, je voudrais être ce gamin qui court et qui danse sur les galets de la plage en dessous du trottoir de la promenade des Anglais à Nice-Ville. Ce gamin qui descend sur le chemin de l'école, son cartable à la main et ses billes arc-en-ciel dans ses poches, prêt à en découdre avec ses petits camarades dans la cour de l'école où toutes leurs richesses, toutes ces billes qui sautent et tombent tout autour des arbres de la cour du temps jadis, avec l'ami Coco. 
Si c'était à recommencer, à pas comptés, je claquerais le même chemin sur les pavés de ce vieux Nice ranssousse et plein de bruits bizarres sur ce marché multicolore, revoir Mireille, sa socca d'amour bien pébraté bien poivrée, servie d'un bon rosé bien frais. 
Si c'était à recommencer je dirais à tous mes camarades auteurs et compositeurs et bien d’autres encore, que je repartirais de nouveau pour un grand tour. Et roule ma sono sur les pavés gris-¬bleu au hasard de quelques allées embuées par ces buveurs de pastagas, cigarillos au bec qui se donneraient pour un quignon de soleil et quelques roses rouges sur des lèvres carnin. 
Si c'était à recommencer, je chanterais pour des caveaux de familles pour ces vieilles cancanières de bénitier, pour ce petit garçon qui sonnait les cloches de l'église et pissait avec ses copains dans les bénitiers d'eau de pluie. 
Oui Madame, oui Monsieur, je suis un coquin du Diable qui court encore comme Hopper sur le sable de San Pedro. Ce Hopper qui cherche d'où vient le vent de pluie.  
Si c'était à recommencer, donnez-moi un micro pour chanter vos chansons et les miennes z'aussi. 
Il ne faudra jamais parler de nos secrets, de nos poèmes de cœur, de nos amours cachées, de nos espoirs ratés.
On avait du talent, on était magnifique. Alors, moi le petit Niçois, je ne regrette rien ! 

Rainbow

If I had to do it all over again, I'd want to be that kid running and dancing on the pebbles of the beach below the sidewalk of the Promenade des Anglais in Nice-Ville. That kid on his way to school, his schoolbag in his hand and his rainbow marbles in his pockets, ready to do battle with his little friends in the school playground, where all their riches, all those marbles jumping and falling all around the trees in the playground of yesteryear, with friend Coco. 
If I had to do it all over again, I'd walk the same old path over the cobblestones of old Nice, full of strange noises and multicolored markets, and see Mireille again, with her peppery socca d'amour, served with a nice chilled rosé. 
If I had to do it all over again, I'd tell all my fellow songwriters and composers, and many others besides, that I'd go on another grand tour. And roll my sound system over the grey-blue cobblestones as I wander down a few aisles fogged by pastaga-drinkers, cigarillos in their mouths, who'd give it all up for a quignon of sunshine and a few red roses on carninous lips. 
If I had to do it all over again, I'd be singing for family vaults, for those old stoup gossipers, for that little boy who rang church bells and pissed in the rainwater stoup with his pals.
If you had to do it all over again, give me a microphone to sing your songs and mine too. 
We'll never have to talk about our secrets, our heartfelt poems, our hidden loves, our failed hopes.
We were talented, we were magnificent. So I, the little boy from Nice, regret nothing!

Arc-en-ciel (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic)

That Girl Sure Could Sing ( full)

Tides of time

Sometimes I wish I could live
Someone else's life

In my mind I could have been rich
I could
Had I only tried

But maybe it's not my fault at all
Maybe this is all I was always
Meant to find

In solitude I think that I might
Figure out the answers to my mind

Oh, I see 
The coin was tossed for me
Oh, I see
I held it once but I had to pay bills

I always wanted to go to the moon, yea
Some days I won't even open my eyes

Instead of going to work for ends
Of which the means I won't just buy

Why do I gotta slave away my days
To 
Fill the pockets of some rich guy?

I can't be the only one around who's 
Barely scraping by

Oh, I see 
The coin was already tossed for me
Oh, I see
I held it once but I had to pay bills


So many lives I could have led
Maybe on the next one
I will live the way I should have
From the start - At some point I forgot
Things I once dreamt of
Washed away with the tides of time
There were many lives I could have lived
But I pick this one
I will ride this shit all the way
To the grave - What I just realized
Things I once dreamt of
Maybe they were never meant for me

Could have been a..
Cop
Youtuber
Politician
Think of it, always wanted to scuba 
Dive
Dive
Dive inside my mind
I might unwind things I was once taught to hide
I have thought of...
Murder
Rape
I...
Am concerned that these thoughts might be mine
Maybe its in my DNA
And I'm inclined to
Desire things I should malign 

So many lives I could have led
Maybe on the next one
I will live the way I should have
From the start - At some point I forgot
Things I once dreamt of
Washed away with the tides of time
There were many lives I could have lived
But I pick this one
I will ride this shit all the way
To the grave - What I just realized
Things I once dreamt of
Maybe were never meant for me

///////////2023

Tides of Time [Demo]

synth instrumental build with melody lines & beats

from the hill

This was the result of my first assignment for ThinkSpace Education's Orchestral Composition Bootcamp course.

Background image by Joshgmit on Pixabay: https://bit.ly/49AgTcs

That Girl Sure Could Sing ( full)

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