Worth checking out

Just been re-done to avoid any copywrite shenanigans on Spotify. Basically, got rid of the George Formby sample and replaced with a bit 'o piano. Original is still on The Mist E.P.

LYRICS 

Boomshanka.
Bazooka.
Balalaika.
Babushka.
Yeah. 

Ravi Shankar.
Oil tanker.
Covid booster.
Tik Tokker.
Yeah. 

I walk around this town, and I think no. 

Rich man.
Fake tan.
Shadow ban.
Hangman.
Just yeah. 

Dismisser.
Home improver.
School gate.
Kitchen chooser.
Yeah. 

I walk around this town and I...
Walk around this place and I go...
Wander round this town i just go... no. 

Oh, you Kate Bush.
Hindu Kush.
No rush.
Soft mush.
Oh, yeah. 

Graduator.
Mediator.
Coupon saver.
Salivater.
yeah. 

I wander around this town and I think, not. 

Oh, you Pound Shop.
Line trotter.
Wild eyed.
Harry Potter 
Yeah. 

Lee Sharp.
Mott the Hoople.
Gary Cooper.
Storm trooper.
Yeah. 

I walk around this town and I...
Walk around this place and I go...
Walk around this town and I got.... nowt. 

David Bowie.
All knowing.
Uncensored.
Tits showing.
Yeah. 

Cocaine.
Brain drain.
Insane.
Michael Caine.
Oh yeah. 

Leftover.
Passover.
Hot stuff.
You're dog rough.
Oh yeah. 

Plastic blender.
Gift sender.
Gender bender.
Rabid dog.
Oh yeah. 

Michael Jackson.
Heart Attack.
Neil Buchanan.
Art attack.
Just yeah. 

Boomshanka.
Belly Dancer.
Balalaika.
Babushka.
Yeah.

This Town (Sparks Version)

The Bag

The pale moon which illuminates,
the characters upon the lake.
The quiet shades of evening on your bag.
The nodding of the loonies, who are walking out their pooches.
Just a-spoiling for a moment to be sad.

The day you die, the manuscript, the boiler plate, the sullen crypt. 
The consequences add up to a nag.
Oh, daughter of humanity, will you hold off the cads for me? 
I only want to look into your hands.

I'm only saying stuff to see. 
To speak.
I'm hardly buying what you seek.
Too deep? 

A defecating effigy of vegetating ecstasy. 
Which sits above, in judgement on the mad.
A devastated copse of trees, requiring its worker bees. 
To make the switch from honey t'ward the jam.

And there is not a potion made, which won't require trust to take. 
They take, to take, a taker of the tack.
Oh, tochter aus... isocoles! 
The ravages! the fenugreek!?
The dealers only dealing with the lags.

I'm only trying to replace. 
Two faced.
I'm only trying to be safe. 
In space. 

See, if I give you the best of me.
You'd never taste the rest of me. 
The value added, plastic tang of love.
Oh, yeah, happy is the wooing that's-a not-a long-a doing.
They will never want for anything. Harrumph!

All as above, is as below. 
You only trust the ones you know. 
The pages turn the wheels on the tram.
Oh, daughter of humanity, can you placate your dad for me?
A self-absorbed philately of cats.

I'm only trying to negate. 
Create.
I'm only wanting to save face. 
Too late?

Well, if I can not count your sheep.
How'm I supposed to get to sleep? 
There's only so much begging for a shag.
The nighttime rolls around you so, can't get in through the windows, though.
Why d'you hold my fortune in your hands?

The bitter queen is sent away.
Mary's mother blown away. 
A man must do his best to say he'd had.
Oh, tochter aus... personify!
Freude! shöne! gotterfrei! 
Who will pass the salt to save the sad?
Who will pass the salt to save the sad?

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio Norway.


Daughter of Humanity [Woods Studio Norway Mix]

'Radiant Sky' is a synth-heavy track that sparks on our minds back around 2014ish. It sits almost a decade after it was recorded on a midi-based free program. After self-learning the art of mix and mastering, we've decided to re-record this track. The early results are disappointing, but as we tweak few EQ and figuring out the specific vocal style to this track, it's finally done and is currently one of our favorite track as well. Enjoy the unique experience of our music journey by listening to this track with the best earphone/headphone you had. You'll be delighted!

Mother Nature

Radiant Sky

Bandcamp : https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/en-dessous-du-toit
Spotify : https://open.spotify.com/intl-fr/album/6b0t43WzdZEjmjX7Vn0Fas?si=06TWVV6ITfehzFZoa3q_gg
Translation above

Sur un texte de Christian Portet https://soundcloud.com/christian-portet
Musique et voix : Myckaël Marcovic
Music and vocals : Myckaël Marcovic

En dessous du toit

En dessous du toit
Y a toi et moi
Et on vit là
Depuis des mois
En dessous du toit
Y a un piano
Qu’est fait pour tes doigts
Qui joue jamais faux

Refrain :
En dessous du toit
Y a toi et moi
Et c’est si bon
D’oublier les saisons

En dessous du toit
Sur ce piano
Qui a vu d’autres doigts
Pleurer leurs émois
En dessous du toit
Y a toi qui joue
Moi qui t’écoute
Jusqu’au bout
 (refrain)

En dessous du toit
Y a un pauvre hère
Qui est comme moi
Qui n’sait rien faire
En dessous du toit
Quand ça va pas
On regarde en dessous
Tous les autres fous

Refrain :
En dessous du toit
Y a toi et moi
Et c’est si bon
D’oublier les saisons
Et c’est si bon 
D’oublier les saisons

Paroles de Christian Portet
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 30 mars 2024


With text by Christian Portet https://www.facebook.com/christian.portetmapage

Under the roof

Under the roof
There's you and me
And we've been living there
For months now
Under the roof
There's a piano
Made for your fingers
That never plays out of tune

Refrain :
En dessous du toit
There's you and me
And it's so good
To forget the seasons

Under the roof
On this piano
That has seen other fingers
Cry out their emotions
Under the roof
There's you playing
I listen to you
Till the end
 (refrain)

Under the roof
There's a poor wretch
Who's like me
Can't do a thing
Under the roof
When the going gets tough
We look underneath
All the other fools

Refrain :
Under the roof
There's you and me
And it's so good
To forget the seasons
And it's so good 
To forget the seasons

Words by Christian Portet
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, March 30, 2024

En dessous du toit (Christian Portet / Myckaël Marcovic)

Dream Of You - An original song I wrote and recorded. 80's Dream Pop inspired 🎶

Dream Of You

Embark on a journey inspired by the legendary Tribe Called Quest with "I'm Optimistic." From the American Propaganda album, this track pays homage to the iconic group's pioneering spirit and innovative sound. Produced by Bow Down Sound and featuring the soulful beats by @frank-zozky "I'm Optimistic" captures the essence of Tribe's storytelling prowess and musical ingenuity.

American Propaganda

I'm Optimistic

Ecstasy

A little glimpse.
The smallest glance at summer.
Guides me.
Up into the trees.
Pretty green.
The nervy days.
The golden gates of May,
Which always make us wait,
Out of the substrate.

It's Springtime.
What we waiting for?
This time.
I've been saving till now.
I'm gonna make it somehow.
Springtime.
Side stepped the falling leaves.
Forget supposed meritocracy.
I'll climb up your ladder somehow.

The smallest win.
Is somewhere to begin.
The autumn winds.
No longer seemed so keen.
Pretty Green.
The world returns.
In golden blades of song.
A whisper from your tongue.
Two million blackbirds can't be wrong.

It's springtime.
We've all been waiting for.
This time.
We're gonna make it all ours.
We're gonna put in the hours.
Springtime.
Forget the darker days.
This time.
We're gonna make it somehow.
We're gonna let it all out.

It's springtime.
What you waiting for?
This time.
I've been saving till now.
So what you waiting for now?
Springtime.
Forget the birds and bees
Some such floating on the lightest breeze.
I'm gonna let it all out.

Springtime (Reprise)

The pale moon which illuminates the characters upon the lake.
The quiet shades of evening on your bag.
The nodding of the loonies, who are walking out their pooches.
Just a-spoiling for a moment to be sad.

The day you die, the manuscript, the boiler plate, the sullen crypt. 
The consequences add up to a nag.
Oh, daughter of humanity will you hold off the cads for me? 
I only want to look into your hands.

I'm only saying stuff to see. To speak.
I'm hardly buying what you seek? Too deep? 

A defecating effigy of vegetating ecstasy. 
Which sits above, in judgement on the mad.
A devastated copse of trees, requiring its worker bees. 
To make the switch from honey t'ward the jam.

And there is not a potion made, which won't require trust to take. 
They take, to take, a taker of the tack.
Oh, tochter aus... isocoles! 
The ravages! the fenugreek!?
The dealers only dealing with the lags.

I'm only trying to replace. Two faced.
I'm only trying to be safe. In space. 

See, if I gave you the best of me, you'd never taste the rest of me. 
The value added, plastic tang of love.
Oh, yeah, happy is the wooing that's-a not-a long-a doing.
They will never want for anything. Harrumph!

All as above, is as below, you only trust the ones you know. The pages turn the wheels on the tram.
Oh, daughter of humanity, can you placate your dad for me?
A self absorbed philately of cats.

I'm only trying to negate. Create.
I'm only wanting to save face. Too late 

Well if I cannot count your sheep, how'm I supposed to get to sleep? 
There's only so much begging for a shag.
The nighttime rolls around you so, can't get in through the windows though.
Why d'you hold my fortune in your hands?

The bitter queen is sent away.
Mary's mother blown away. 
A man must do his best to say he'd had.
Oh, tochter aus... personify!
Freude! shöne! gotterfrei! 
Who will pass the salt to save the sad?
Who will pass the salt to save the sad?


Daughter of Humanity

What? whichever! they roll. 
Can't believe I'm still standing up.
I really don't feel that old.
It gets tight the second time around.
Starts a-taking its toll.

Now there's no one a-listening.
To all the things I don't say.
There's only pieces left, a-hang about.
But we all took our pay.
As I stare down the window pane.
It's all just blowing away.

We fall by the side.
You know that we tried.
We all start to slide.
Though we tried, and we tried, and we tried.
Lord, we tried.

Well here is a memory.
And here is the cold.
Here's a friday to wait upon.
If you'll carry my stone.
Here lays all your sympathy.
Which you bought to be sold.

Take your well heeled fake jesus.
Take your ideals of love.
Take your fake plastic empathy.
Fits you like a glove.
Take anything you want from me.
I will never give up.

We fall by the side.
You know that we tried.
We all start to slide.
Though we tried, and we tried, and we tried.
Lord, we tried.

We Tried

Breach

Killer Queen [Queen Cover]

great collab with myself and boilerman'' You elevevate me"'music and amazing guitar Boilerman check him out on soundcloud.Lyrics Vocals and Harmonies Gary Hayward,to make things original and different hope you like

'''Elevate Me""" collab Boilerman Music.gary hayward vocals and lyrics

Soft as cream.
Your waters wouldn't muddy a stream.
Just a blowhard.
All your wildest schemes 
They contain nothing at all.

The places you say you've been.
Found a quiet little corner to live in your dreams
Save your plastic pleas.
You're crazy.
Ooft, you're so hard.

Now, you want to think about it.
What is there to think about?
Now that you're all alone.
Sat on your phone.
Just a constant drone.
Now you wanna talk it out.
Always gotta talk about.
What is there to talk about?
You're just alone.
Boy, you should have known.

Summer breeze.
Floating on a high from the bennies kicking.
Pocket full of empty, candid, claptrap.
Outside, mafting, saucer, rat-trap.

It's hard to change.
When you've never even seen your own face.
When you can't decide which one to replace.
And which one to wear today.

Now you wanna think it out.
What is there to think about?
Now that you're all alone.
Sit on your phone.
Emit your constant drone.
Now you wanna talk it out.
Always gotta talk about.
What is there to talk about?
You're just alone.
Boy, you should have known.

Now you wanna think it out.
What is there to think about?
Now that you're all alone.
Sit on your phone.
Emit your constant drone.
Now you wanna talk it out.
Always gotta talk about.
What is there to talk about?
You're just alone.
Boy, you should have known.

When you look in the mirror.
Do you know who you face?
You're never gonna get out of this place.

Talk It Out

All my dreams...
Are wrapped up in the wildest schemes.
A couple of ecstasy and a bottle of rum.
And, oh my days.
I'm never gonna leave this place.
Not even in lost disgrace.
I'll never get home.

This town floats by...
With many a prying spy.
The awkwardest of evil eyes.
But, the knives are out blunt.
Oh, I decry your sanity.
I missed out on all of the gravity.
I couldn't stand your rabbiting on.

All my dreams...
Contain the briefest glance at things.
The drabbest colours you could think of conjuring up.
And all the ways are blocked by blockers. 
People chase. 
The loudest knockers always win.
They won't let you in.

This town floats by...
The smack rats outside of the cafe cry,
and join the seaguls.
In the night, the noise carries on.
Oh, I despise your brevity.
Fake eye spy.
What was left for me?
A bitter lonely walk.
Towards your home.

All my dreams...
Will not amount to hills of beans.
The scales are tipping toward the mean.
Seems gravity won.
And, oh my days 
Can't even think of trying to place.
A donkey in a first-class race.
I'll never get home.

This town floats by...
The summer wards off evil eyes.
A vestibule, in which resides.
This place we belong.
Oh, I despise your currency.
Take away all of your love for me.
All that's left is...
This bottle of rum.

This bottle of rum.

All My Dreams

𝕴 𝕷𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊 - 𝖁2

nightswvm

“KB the Whisperer” delivers a raw take on gifts and hidden agendas. Turn up the volume.  #KBTheWhisperer #KRSOneVibe #BowDownSound

KBTheWhisperer

KB the Whisperer

It's time to come home. "Coming Home (I.M.U)" is my final single of 2024 and an homage to my progressive house roots as well as an entry in my 'post-EDM' songbook. The artwork and chord progression are inspired by my hometown of San Francisco. Can't wait to hear what you think! 🏠

OUT NOW: hypeddit.com/tatesedar/cominghomeimu

LYRICS:

VERSE 1
Late nights
All alone
Call my
Friends at home

PRE-CHORUS 1
But they don’t
Tell me
How to get over you
That’s something that I never do

CHORUS
I miss you
All the time, I do
I miss you
All the time
When are you coming home?

DROP 1

VERSE 2
Get by
On my own
Street lights
Guide me home

PRE-CHORUS 2
But they don’t
Show me
How to get over you
That’s something that I never do

CHORUS

DROP 2

OUTRO CHORUS

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Coming Home (I.M.U)

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Lofoten Isles, Norway
More than 25 years as a rookie on my belt
Making music - in my case - is a creative exercise and something I like to do for recreational purposes, above all.
I love that anyone can take a guitar, their DAW, or whatever. Even just pen and paper, and come up with something special and unique that has never been heard or written.
This opportunity, regardless of experience and talent, to enter a universe and go places no one has set foot before, is magic. 
To draw a parallel to soccer, Im a non-league player, and would get attention for all the wrong reasons if I were thrown into a match with Salah, Haaland and the like. Still, by finding my level I can be part of an amateur team that serves a purpose in a local community, like a social meeting spot for people who like football - or don't - to come together, get into talks through a comment on a situation in the match and such. And you know what's coolest of all? Once in a while, when the sun and moon line up, I`m on a streak with my evening prayers or for some other reason have my day, I make this amazing dribble, then score a spectacular goal, becoming the local hero of the day or something. Those moments happen on all levels. Chances are perhaps even better on lower levels for this dribble to never have been seen before, since amateur football is not as controlled and professionalised as La Liga, Premier League, etc, leaving much more room for experimentation and individual creativity.  
I bet you had a few of those moments yourself, right? Send me a sound file, - soccer being a metaphor after all -  of your magic moment, it being a victorious match full song or just this cool detail you like, perhaps a great lyric line, guitar riff, or even cover art, all goes, so I get the chance to enjoy it too, thanks in advance! 
Cheers
Odd Roar