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My Old School

One night, stranded in LA after a gig with a dead phone and no bus in sight, a stranger offered me a ride. Though hesitant, I trusted my intuition and accepted. They turned out to be kind, sharing life advice that stayed with me. That experience made me reflect on how rare it is to trust strangers, and I wrote this song as a reflection on that moment and a hope for a world where we can feel connected to and trust even those we don’t know.   
The song won Future Youth Records’ Songwriting Contest in collaboration with Jesse Colin Young (of the 60s hit Get Together), who co-produced it. It was recorded live in the studio with legends Laurence Juber (Grammy-winning guitarist for Paul McCartney's Wings), Kenny Aronoff (Jon Bon Jovi, Lynyrd Skynyrd), and Jorgen Carlsson (Gov't Mule).

A Little Sunshine

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How many of you use a voice assistant that either doesn’t respond or completely misunderstands you 2 times out of 3? Well, this song is for you! 😅 And check out the little video (the link is above) too for some extra laughs! 🤪
At the moment, this track is exclusively available on SoundCloud.
Released on March 9, 2025.
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Lyrics:

Hey Alyxia, can you hear me shout?  
I’ve called your name four times, you still tune me out 
I’ve got a bullhorn, but you’re off in a daze  
You’re the glitchiest gadget, stuck in your haze 
I say lights on, you think I said off,  
Now I’m tripping on furniture, cursing at the loft  
You’re supposed to be sharp, you’re supposed to assist  
But you’re more like a gremlin I can’t dismiss

Welcome to the dumb house, where logic’s astray
The lights flash like madness in the middle of the day  
You think you’re advanced with your microchip brain  
But I’d swap you for a switch without this techy pain

The coffee’s brewing, or so you claim  
But the pot’s ice-cold, just like your game  
You’ve locked the front door, but left it ajar
Now I’m locked in or out, talking to the car  
You call it intelligent, I call it insane  
I asked for the news, not a weather vane 
And if the Wi-Fi’s down, well, life’s on pause  
Can’t flush the toilet, can’t feed the cat’s claws

Welcome to the dumb house, where logic’s astray 
The lights flash like madness in the middle of the day 
You think you’re advanced with your microchip brain  
But I’d swap you for a switch without this techy pain

The fridge sends emails, the stove’s on a spree  
My TV’s giving lectures on philosophy  
Every device has its own little voice 
But not a single one follows my choice 
The thermostat’s plotting to freeze me out  
While the vacuum decides to wander about  
This place is a circus, a farce in disguise  
A high-tech nightmare that’s ruining my ties

Welcome to the dumb house, where logic’s astray  
The lights flash like madness in the middle of the day 
You think you’re advanced with your microchip brain  
But I’d swap you for a switch without this techy pain

Welcome to the dumb house, where logic’s astray  
The lights flash like madness in the middle of the day  
You think you’re advanced with your microchip brain  
But I’d swap you for a switch without this techy pain

So here’s to the future, where tech rules the roost  
But I’m longing for a time when things made some sense
At the very least  
I’ll take a dumb home with knobs and keys  
Over this dumb life that’s brought me to my knees 
Next time I’ll just buy a shack with no flair  
Because this digital dungeon is too much to bear

Dumb House

Ghosts

I live in Divine way in Divine Light.

Lyrics.

My Divine Day
I drink my morning coffee
in Divine way
in Divine light

Om Kleem Angali
Om Kleem Varahi
Om Kleem Parvati

I feed the cats and dogs
in Divine way
in Divine light

Om Kleem Shreem Brzee

I feed the horses
in Divine way
in Divine light

Om Kleem Namo Narayana

I chop the wood
in Divine way
in Divine light

Om Om Om for the Lords the Planets

I make the food
in Divine way
in Divine light

Om Kleem Gum Ganapataye Namaha 

I create the videos
in Divine way
in Divine light

Om Kleem Namah Shivaya 

I act
in Divine way
in Divine light

Om Kleem Hannumate Namaha

I rest
in Divine way
in Divine light

Om Kleem Saravanabava 

I made this song
to you
in Divine way
in Divine light

Om Om Om to the whole God Family 

I live
in Divine way
in Divine light

Om Kleem Hum Gum Namo

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My Divine Days

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Pasarla bien

Think about the love we had
You don't even understand 
Inside you'll be dead

Now

Cause now you're just one of them
Maybe just don't know it yet 
This will end it all

But 

This thing, the music never dies
It just goes on and on
Into eternity

Yeah

Now that im free i can see

You don't have the courage to live your dreams
 

Danger from strangers, you're Judas in a way 

Brain dead, fainted, burn in hell

Danger from strangers, you're Judas in a way 

Brain dead, fainted, burn in hell


Just don't try to deny, that those things you do in live
never ever do comply with who you once were, with what we loved, it's all over now for you

But the music never dies
It just goes on and on
into eternity

Yeah

Now that im free i can see
You don't have the courage to live your dreams


Danger from strangers, you're Judas in a way 

Brain dead, fainted, burn in hell

Danger from strangers, you're Judas in a way 

Brain dead, fainted, burn in hell


Think about the love we had
You don't even understand 
Inside you'll be dead

Now

Cause now you're just one of them
Maybe just don't know it yet 
This will end it all

But 

This thing, the music never dies
it just goes on and on...[music stops]

Judas

(English translation above)

Moi aussi
(version homme)

Moi aussi, j’ai de gros biscotos
Bien dissimulés sous ma peau.
Moi aussi, j’ai d’impecs pectoraux
Aussi consistants qu’un sirop.

Moi aussi, j’ai des tablettes de choc
Holà ! y a pas plus mou que ça.
Moi aussi, je fais d’excellents films
Sur les à-côtés d’un régime.

Refrain :
Mais que faut-il à ces divines
Fantasmant sur leurs magazines ?
Que du rêve, que du rêve
Futile et sans fond, fût-il sans sève.
Mais que faut-il à ces divines
Fantasmant sur leurs magazines ?
Que du rêve, que du rêve
Attendant de trouver la fève.  

Moi aussi, j’ai un grand sex-appeal
Mais ma pauvre pile part en vrille.
Moi aussi, j’ai beaucoup de succès
Gagnant partout des quolibets.

Moi aussi, je sais très bien sourire
Jaune en lâchant de longs soupirs.
Moi aussi, je suis très très riche
De mon cœur jouant les potiches.
(refrain)

Moi aussi, j’ai le regard qui tue
Le moindre espoir d’un imprévu.
Moi aussi, je sais intéresser
Mon chien regardant la télé.

Moi aussi, j’ai l’indéniable charme
Du poète, surtout de ses larmes.
En un mot, j’ai ce je ne sais quoi
Qui fait que l’on ne me voit pas.

Refrain :
…
Passant à côté de ma fève…

Myckaël Marcovic, le 29 septembre 2015

Approximate translation : 

Me too
(male version)

I have big biscotos too
Well hidden under my skin.
I have pectoral impecs too
As consistent as a syrup.

I have shock tablets too
Whoa! There’s no softer than that.
I make great movies too
On the side of a diet.

Chorus:
But what do these divine women need
Fantasizing about their magazines?
Only dream, only dream
Futile and bottomless, though without sap.
But what do these divine women need
Fantasizing about their magazines?
Only dream, only dream
Waiting to find the bean.

I have a great sex appeal too
But my poor pile is falling apart.
I’m very successful too
Winning quolibets everywhere.

I know how to smile too
Yellow with long sighs.
I, too, am very, very rich
My heart playing the potty.
(chorus)

My eyes are killing me too
The slightest hope of something unexpected.
I, too, know how to interest
My dog watching TV.

I, too, have the undeniable charm
The poet, especially his tears.
In a word, I have what I don’t know what
That makes me invisible.

Chorus:
…
Passing by my bean…

Myckaël Marcovic, September 29, 2015

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