"St. James Infirmary" [01.27.25]
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St. James Infirmary [01.27.25]

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Paroles et chant de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic
Illustration d'Annie Madec

Amour et mort et fleurs fanées

Dans le jardin où dort l’absence
J’ai vu ton ombre au pied des lys
Là où le vent chante en silence
Vers oubliés de nos prémices

Refrain :
Amour et mort et fleurs fanées
Du Baudelaire dans les allées
Et sous les roses empoisonnées
Nos âmes se sont embrasées
Nos âmes se sont embrassées

Des spleens perdus dans le mystère
Ton regard avait ce parfum
Puis, s’effaçant dans la poussière 
Ton cœur battait jusqu’au matin.
(refrain)

Quand l’âme rend sa révérence
À vouloir mourir de beauté
Entre un baiser et un silence
Que ce soit sous un ciel d’été

Refrain :
Amour et mort et fleurs fanées
Un vieux poème abandonné
Et sur ta tombe imaginée
Un (grand) bouquet de vérité

Lyrics and vocals by Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Music by Myckaël Marcovic
Illustration by Annie Madec

Love and death and faded flower

In the garden where absence sleeps
I saw your shadow at the foot of the lilies
Where the wind sings in silence
Forgotten verses of our beginnings

Chorus:
Love and death and faded flowers
Some Baudelaire in the paths
And under the poisoned roses
Our souls were set ablaze
Our souls embraced

Spleens lost in mystery
Your gaze had this perfume
Then, fading into the dust
Your heart beat until morning.
(chorus)

When the soul gives up its reverence
Wanting to die of beauty
Between a kiss and a silence
Let it be under a summer sky

Chorus:
Love and death and faded flowers
An old abandoned poem
And on your imagined grave
A large bouquet of truth

Amour et mort et fleurs fanées (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic)

Add It Up- 44SLIMEBABY Ft. Sticky P (Prod. Sticky P)

All parts by Robert Grigg but beat from YouTube
https://youtu.be/_eXBCflATvY

Samba Baby!

Blown by the wind

Radio Silence

It creeps in slowly.

First, a line that feels too familiar.
Then a melody that writes itself a little too easily.
It’s theirs, but they don’t know where it came from.
It’s just there. And it creeps them out.

When artists break, they make noise.
When academics break—
they carefully examine every possible cause.

They do what they’ve been trained to do:
Ask a question.
Test a hypothesis.
Document everything.

So, they go granular.
They map verse lengths.
They chart emotional pace.
They count refrains.
They rank self-awareness—
per measure,
labeled, tagged, time-stamped, scored.

The results are clear.
Uncomfortably so.

The lyrics aren’t random.
The tone shifts aren’t intuitive.
They’re… too deliberate.

Like the songs were written
by someone watching their lives from the inside.

Theo squints at a spreadsheet.
“There is a pattern,” he says.
“But I’ve never seen anything like it before.”

Kate doesn’t answer.
She’s busy color-coding irony.

Eventually, they stop analyzing.
They write,
not to understand—
but to just see what’s left.

Ava’s pencil stops.
She smiles, remembering how Julian laughed
at her terrible attempt to rhyme “solidarity” with “clarity.”

At that exact moment, Julian’s pen hovers.
He pictures Ava in the hallway—
her dimples catching the light,
that little nod she does when she approves
but won’t admit it.

The cat settles in Kate’s lap, purring like a soft engine.
Kate sighs—low and content—
and for a heartbeat, everything feels right.

They looked for a variable.
But the answer didn’t come in an equation.

It came in something worse.

A feeling.

And feelings—
scientists hate feelings.

They’re messy.
They don’t converge.
You can’t replicate them.
And you definitely can’t explain them
without ruining the effect.

This is Test Eleven.

The method failed.
The emotion broke through.

And this is a song about what happens
when you feel everything—
and don’t know why.

Song: I’m Not Sure Why

I'm not sure why I'm shouting, but I feel I must
The silence weighs heavy, and my voice is dust
I'm not sure why I'm crying, but I feel I need
The tears flow like rivers, my soul to feed

I'm not sure why I'm running, but I can't stay still
Chasing after shadows up a lonely hill
I'm not sure why I'm fighting, but I can't give in
The battle's my refuge, where the pain begins

I'm not sure why I'm hoping, but I cling to the thread
A whisper of faith in a mind full of dread
I'm not sure why I'm dreaming, but I hold on tight
To a vision of peace in the darkest night

And every question burns, like a flame on my tongue
Every answer fades, like a song unsung
But something inside me keeps pushing me on
Though I can’t explain what I’m searching upon

I'm not sure where I'm going, but I won't turn back
The road may be winding, but I've found my track
I'm not sure why I'm shouting, but I feel I must
In this echoing void, I will place my trust

Test 11: Why Do You Feel What You Feel? (I'm Not Sure Why)

There was a lot of emotion in me that needed to come out.  I could either cry or write music.  So I did both - at the same time -  and this was the result.
Thank you for listening to this.  I really appreciate it so much!


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