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Oh! How fantastic! I love this song...💗

Giving The Pet Shop Boys a modern Edelweiss vibe...I LOVE IT!!😃

Selcouth - when everything feels strange and different. Words are a brilliant source of creative inspiration - sometimes they live on paper, sometimes they live in lyrics, and sometimes they live in feelings and sounds.

Arrangement, sampling and instrumentation by Autotelika
Some sampling sounds were sourced under Public Domain
Video: https://youtu.be/eiCXfqNGpYQ

Selcouth

with great heaviness for tomorrow i cross the mountain to throw a baseball

shiver

Stars On The Ceiling

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio
@woods_studio

Lyrics:

Everybody’s singin’ out a happy song “Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na”
Everybody’s singin’ out a boozy song “La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la”.

Everybody’s happy now, pandemic faded, no one’s invaded,
Everybody’s happy now, talk of recession, was just a bull session,
Everybody’s really happy now, peace in the Ukraine, 
feeding the world again,
Everybody’s happy now and we’re feelin’ no pain.

Everybody’s singin’ out a happy song “Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na”
Everybody’s singin’ out a maudlin song “La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la”.

Everybody’s happy now, Putin deposed, corruption exposed and
Everybody’s happy now, the Orange One’s in prison, 
the truth has arisen,
Everybody’s really happy now, 
every autocrat forced to use the laundromat,  
Everybody’s happy now, and we’re feelin’ no pain.

Everybody’s singin’ out a happy song “Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na”
Everybody’s singin’ out a tipsy song “La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la”.

Yeah you know we’re only dreamin’
But singin’ out a song is a better cure than screamin’
You know that we’ll get by,
Pretending to be happy bids the blues bye-bye.

Everybody’s happy now, energy retoolin’ so the climate is coolin’, 
Everybody’s happy now, 
we saved all the critters from becoming fritters,
Everybody’s really happy now, 
‘cause human rights have finally hit the heights
Everybody’s happy now, and we’re feelin’ no pain.

Yeah you know we’re only dreamin’
But singin’ out with flare beats pullin’ out your hair
You know that we’ll get by,
Pretending to be happy bids the blues bye-bye.

Everybody’s singin’ out a happy song “Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na”
Everybody’s singin’ out a woozy song “La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la”.
Everybody’s singin’ out a happy song “Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na”
Everybody’s singin’ an intoxicated song “La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la”.
“La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la”.

Everybody's Happy

coitus, 1. sex: from Latin, "meeting, encounter, act of sex," from coi-, variant stem of coīre; + -tus, suffix of verbal action

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+ erotic

coitus

Another Lockdown Project from 2020
An acoustic pop cover of Being Boring (Pet Shop Boys).

Lyrics by: Neil Tennant / Chris Lowe.
I came across a cache of old photos
And invitations to teenage parties
"Dress in white" one said, with quotations
From someone's wife, a famous writer
In my 1920's
When you're young, you find inspiration
In anyone who's ever gone
And opened up a closing door
She said we were never feeling bored
'Cause we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
And we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought, then thought make amends
And we were never holding back or worried that
Time would come to an end
When I went, I left from the station
With a haversack and some trepidation
Someone said If you're not careful
You'll have nothing left and nothing to care for
In my 1970's
But I sat back and looking forward
My shoes were high and I had scored
I'd bolted through a closing door
And I would never find myself feeling bored
'Cause we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
And we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought, then thought make amends
And we were never holding back or worried that
Time would come to an end
We were always hoping that, looking back
You could always rely on a friend
Now I sit with different faces
In rented rooms and foreign places
All the people I was kissing
Some are here and some are missing
In my 1990's
I never dreamed that I would get to be
The creature that I always meant to be
But I thought in spite of dreams
You'd be sitting somewhere here with me
'Cause we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
And we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought, then thought make amends
And we were never holding back or worried that
Time would come to an end
We were always hoping that, looking back
You could always rely on a friend
And we were never being boring
We had too much time to find for ourselves
And we were never being boring
We dressed up and fought, then thought make amends
And we were never being boring
We were never being bored
'Cause we were never being boring
We were never being bored

Oli Boli - Being Boring

Being Boring

Being Boring (PSB Cover 2020)

Picture taken from a video of Anastasia Shuraeva: www.pexels.com/video/a-woman-dri…ng-a-car-8028186/

88 - Alegria

Into Nothing

Translation above.

Sur le magnifique texte de Lucien Corma, un excellent auteur que je viens de découvrir.
Musique et voix : Myckaël Marcovic

Oublié

Une carte postale aux couleurs effacées
Envoyée par quelqu’un que je ne connais pas
Me dit que tout va bien, que tout est beau là-bas
Dans ce pays lointain que j’avais oublié

Seul dans cette maison où j’essaie de trouver
Un souvenir de moi un objet familier
Je ne vois sur les murs dans des cadres dorés
Que de fiers étrangers à jamais oubliés

Refrain
Oubliée ta voix
Oublié ton chant
Oublié ton rire emporté par le vent
Oubliée ta voix
Oublié ton chant
J’ai oublié ce que je savais de toi

Je suis parti un jour tout habillé de blanc
Je ne me souviens plus si quelqu’un m’attendait
La ville s’éloignait au bout des rails tremblants
J’ai laissé sur le quai un visage oublié

Tous ces gens que je croise à la tombée du soir
Ne savent pas qu’un jour moi aussi je nageais
Dans des eaux bien plus bleues que leur ciel de boulevard
Mais la plage est si loin qu’on l’a tous oubliée
(refrain)

La fraîcheur du matin engourdissait le port
Où le bateaux dansaient avec leurs ventres pleins
Le zigzag de ma vie s’échouait sur le corps
D’une sirène blonde qui me tendait la main

Dans un bar où dansaient des marins enfiévrés
Des filles à moitié nues montraient des dents de loups
Et leurs baisers brûlants me parfumaient le cou
M’emportaient hors du temps, me faisaient oublier
(refrain)
Oublier…

Un voyageur qui part, un autre qui revient
Se croisent sur le quai d’une gare endormie
Partir, puis revenir un jour au même point
Un soir au même point sur le i d’une vie

Paroles de Lucien Corma
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 31 janvier 2023

On the text of Lucien Corma, an excellent author that I have just discovered.
Music and voice : Myckaël Marcovic

Forgotten

A postcard with faded colors
Sent by someone I don't know
Telling me that all is well, that all is beautiful there
In this distant country that I had forgotten

Alone in this house where I try to find
A memory of me a familiar object
I see on the walls in golden frames
Only proud strangers forever forgotten

Refrain
Forgotten your voice
Forgotten your song
Forgotten your laughter carried by the wind
Forgotten your voice
Forgotten your song
I have forgotten what I knew of you

I left one day all dressed in white
I don't remember if anyone was waiting for me
The city was moving away at the end of the trembling rails
I left a forgotten face on the platform

All these people that I pass at nightfall
Do not know that one day I too was swimming
In waters much bluer than their sky of boulevard
But the beach is so far that we all forgot it
(refrain)

The freshness of the morning numbed the port
Where the boats danced with their full bellies
The zigzag of my life ran aground on the body
Of a blond mermaid who held out her hand to me

In a bar where fevered sailors danced
Half-naked girls were showing wolves' teeth
And their burning kisses perfumed my neck
Carried me out of time, made me forget
(refrain)
To forget...

A traveler who leaves, another who returns
Cross themselves on the platform of a sleeping station
To leave, then to return one day to the same point
One evening at the same point on the i of a life

Words by Lucien Corma
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 31 January 2023

Oublié (Lucien Corma / Myckaël Marcovic)

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And a Part of this Grand Orchestra.

The One And OliBoli.

Being Boring (PSB Cover 2020)

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