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Strength Of Peace (Original Mix)

Uptempo love song. Classic Pop/Rock vibe.

Beautiful Dream

Song inspired by Alpha Centauri star system located in the southern constellation of Centaurus.

Alpha Centaury

FJ (Chef), Music Producer, LP collector.
I produce different genres of music. My interest in music dates back to my childhood, but only started producing music actively from this year. Year of 2023.

I hope you find my music to a perfect partner for your daily routines.

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Translation above

Sur un texte de Christian Portet www.facebook.com/christian.portetmapage
Voix de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
Photo montage du Manneken Pis et de la statue de Jacques Brel par Tom Frantzen, à Bruxelles

GRAND JACQUES
Grand Jacques, enfant chéri des mers
Qui sent si bon la mort et la bière,
Ne me quitte pas avant mon dernier repas
À Amsterdam ou à Bruxelles. Je ne sais pas...

On n'oublie rien du plat pays de tes bourgeois :
Isabelle, Clara, Marieke avec Mathilde et La Fanette
Arrivent en passant par Vesoul sur la place des rois
Où les soirs d'été sont frais pour l'éclusier dans la tempête !

Les paumés d'un petit matin, creusés au froid d'une Belgique chienne, Refermeront les fenêtres sur les ivrognes solitaires aux prières païennes. Bergers amidonnés d'un vieux port en partance pour filles et chiens, Capitaines ou singes, bigotes irréfléchies comme biches de rien.

Ces gens-là, rassasiés de tango funèbre, ne pensent qu'au suivant,
Et qui pour des bonbons, en parlotant, finiront par oublier le fier moribond En sachant déjà pourtant que vieux, ils ne seront ni beaux, ni cons,
Et qu'un Don Quichotte à jeun pour un jour fera revenir leur maman.

Tu as quitté les risques du métier pour une aventure, aventure. Anarchiste chez Bonnot comme accordéon d'une valse à mille temps Pour une tendresse imaginée où les toros se fracassent contre les murs, Lucifer trop fragile sur ton cheval trop vrai pour faire pleurer les vivants !

Grand Jacques, enfant chéri des mers, Avec tes deux pianos et ton accordéon Quand tu rechantes ta chanson,
Tu sens si bon la mort et la bière...
La la la Grand Jacques La la la ...
Texte de Christian Portet
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic, 05/12/2023

With text by Christian Portet www.facebook.com/christian.portetmapage
Voices by Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
Photo montage of Manneken Pis and Jacques Brel statue by Tom Frantzen, Brussels

GRAND JACQUES
Grand Jacques, beloved child of the seas
Who smells so good of death and beer,
Don't leave me until my last meal
In Amsterdam or Brussels. Je ne sais pas...

We don't forget anything from the flat country of your bourgeois :
Isabelle, Clara, Marieke with Mathilde and La Fanette
Arrive via Vesoul on the Place des rois
Where summer evenings are cool for the lock-keeper in the storm!

The lost of an early morning, dug in the cold of a dogged Belgium, Will close the windows on the solitary drunkards with pagan prayers. Starched shepherds of an old port on their way to girls and dogs, Captains or monkeys, thoughtless bigots like deer of nothing.

These people, full of funeral tango, only think of the next,
And who, for the sake of candy, end up forgetting the proud moribund Knowing already that old, they'll be neither handsome nor stupid,
And that a sober Don Quixote for a day will bring back their mother.
You left the risks of the profession for an adventure, adventure. Anarchist at Bonnot's as accordion in a thousand-beat waltz For an imagined tenderness where toros smash against walls, Lucifer too fragile on your horse too true to make the living weep!

Grand Jacques, cherished child of the seas, 
With your two pianos and your accordion
When you sing your song again,
You smell so good of death and beer...
La la la Grand Jacques La la la la ...

Text by Christian Portet
Music by Myckaël Marcovic, 05/12/2023

Grand Jacques (Christian Portet / Myckaël Marcovic feat. Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel)

She's The One

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)

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

Burned Out

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)

FJ (Food Jockey), Music Producer, LP collector.
Produce different genres of music. My interest in music dates back to my childhood, but only started producing music actively since 2023.

Be,Live,Create

Regards,
:: MaloM :..

...all right reserved©2024...

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