Bit of a 60s sound. I like it. Very good.

This tune is definitely very reminiscent of something from the 60s I think but I like the way it meanders around its theme - lovely song.

A classic sounding track. Very sixties and west coast asI suspect others have said. I can imagine this working in lots if musical modes. James Taylor, John Denver style voice. Can’t go wrong!

Pissing in the Sink - Single by Turbo-Laser 
https://music.apple.com/gb/album/pissing-in-the-sink-single/1748515290

Pissing In The Sink

Longing

Awake and it's starting
Tell me just to breathe
Take what you can get
Cheap shots underneath 
Drifted to the door that lead alone
Ended up right back here at my throne

Here I go around this scary go round
This scary go round, revolving 
Doors that lead to arguments
It's far from this idea of perfect

Shade at my self being
Tell me that I'm weak
Hate for all I'm seeing
Scary from beneath 
Stood up on the ledge that led to light
Ended up right back here in my mind

Here I go around this scary go round
This scary go round, revolving 
Doors that lead to arguments
It's far from this idea of perfect

Around (x24)

Here I go around this scary go round
This scary go round, revolving 
Doors that lead to arguments 
It's far from this idea of perfect 
Here I go around this scary go round 
This scary go round, revolving 
Doors that lead to arguments 
It's far from this idea of perfect 
 

Scary Go 'Round

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/le-sommeil-du-matamore
translation above
Texte et voix de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic
Illustration d'Annie Madec

Le sommeil du matamore

Messieurs, mesdames, mon moi et moi
Vont vous chanter leur oraison
Que j’ai vécue, enfant de chœur,
Dans mon sommeil de matamore

Je moissonne des capucines,
Des mandragores de couleur
Les soirs de brume sur la colline
Sur des losanges de sept lieues

Je pense à des mots de saisons
Comme l’amour jamais cassé
Comme l’extase des matins
Comme la pitié un vendredi

Je traverse des macadams
Dans des souliers de carabin
Rouges qui exhalent la mort 
Comm’ les bottes de Saint-Pierre

Les moralistes, parlons-en !
Ils nous tartinent le melon !
Allez pointer, mais allez donc
À vos comptoirs de xénophobes

Les prophètes ont signé un pacte :
Ces fous de Dieu qui puent de l’âme
Et qui refoulent du malheur,
Sonnent les cloches de leurs blâmes

Ils sont tous là comme des loups
Fumant des pieds sur leur empire
Pour Dieu, la mort c’est l’habitude
De nettoyer ses souvenirs

Quand la lumière se fait courage
C’est toujours l’autre qui a tort
Il n’aime que ce qu’il ignore
Ses essuie-glaces sont en panne

Tous leurs couloirs cassent la vie
Avec leurs portes colmatées
Surtout la nuit, elles me font mal.
Et j’entends ricaner les hyènes

Messieurs, mesdames, mon moi et moi
Vous ont chanté leur oraison
Que j’ai vécue, enfant de chœur,
Dans mon sommeil de matamore

Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel, 25 07 2024
Musique : Myckaël Marcovic, 7 août 2024

The matamore's sleep

Gentlemen, ladies, me and I
Will sing you their oration
That I lived, choirboy,
In my matamore sleep

I harvest nasturtiums,
Colored mandragores
On foggy evenings on the hill
On seven-league rhombuses

I think of seasonal words
Like love never broken
Like the ecstasy of mornings
Like pity on a Friday

I cross macadams
In red shoes
Red with the smell of death 
Like Saint Peter's boots

Let's talk about moralists!
They're spreading the melon!
Go and punch the clock
To your xenophobic counters

The prophets have signed a pact:
God-fearing fools who stink of the soul
And repress misfortune,
Ring out their bells of blame

They're all out there like wolves
Smoking their empire with their feet
For God, death is the habit
To cleanse one's memories

When light becomes courage
It's always the other who's wrong
He only loves what he doesn't know
His windshield wipers are out of order

All their corridors break life
With their clogged doors
Especially at night, they hurt me.
And I hear the hyenas cackling

Gentlemen, ladies, me and I
Have sung their oration to you
That I lived, choirboy,
In my matamore sleep

Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel, 25 07 2024
Music : Myckaël Marcovic, August 7, 2024

Translated with DeepL.com (free version)

Le sommeil du matamore (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic), feat Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel

Song composed & created by The Boilerman
Eric created & plays: all distorted lead guitar
Eric created & mix's: all drum, bass, ambient & Synth
Sergiyaro created & sings: all vocals
Production by E.H.T Studios
Thank you for listening!

Night & Day

Night & Day - ft. Sergiyaro

The song is about people that always wanna straiight things out when they´re drun. Sober they say nothing.

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Remember (feat. Khristine L)

Caffeine! *out on all plats*

Upbeat acoustic indie rock song about someone who puts everyone else down & thinks she’s better than them getting put in her place.

Anyway

Verse 1:
Carrying the ocean in a paper cup
Going through the motions please don’t mess it up
Drinking bitter potions just to shake it up
Falling on my face again

Restitution comes in groups of two or three
Guarantee that problems get the best of me
Wonder if my vision really helps me see
Cause beginnings have to end

Pre-Chorus:
I just want to run away
Show me what it means to stay
Clicking my heels won’t fly away
I’m trapped in yesterday

Chorus:
Tell me why must I feel this way
Cause I don’t want to celebrate
My train was early I was late
Derailed my life again

Tell me why must I feel this way
I hailed a cab to Judgment Day
But I was broke and couldn’t pay
Somehow they snuck me in

Verse 2:
Lifting up the bridges with a rubber band
Storing gold and silver in an old tin can
Crawling through the ashes covered by the sand
Tied up hands will never wave

Hiding from the strangers who all know my name
Cheating for the sake of losing reindeer games
Trying to be different just to be the same
Will the rules ever behave

Pre-Chorus:
I just want to run away
Show me what it means to stay
Clicking my heels won’t fly away
I’m trapped in yesterday

Chorus:
Tell me why must I feel this way
Cause I don’t want to celebrate
My train was early I was late
Derailed my life again

Tell me why must I feel this way
I hailed a cab to Judgment Day
But I was broke and couldn’t pay
Somehow they snuck me in

Outro:
I just want to run away
I hailed a cab to Judgment Day

Why Must I Feel This Way?

Too late  -  solo project

More music on my Bandcamp site.   https://patrickedgington.bandcamp.com/

Too late - solo project

Pat E.

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