Still life

“The Lord (You Gotta Move)” is an adaptation of the blues song from Mississippi Fred McDowell, released on the Rolling Stones “Sticky Fingers” album.
As blues and Celtic instruments match very well together, I've adapted and arranged this mystical tune with an addition of bagpipe, bombard an Irish whistle.
This track is a second version with new arrangements and instrument (bombard) of the one already released on the album "Scots Wha Hae" (2022).
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"The Lord (You Gotta Move)" est une adaptation de la chanson de blues de Mississippi Fred McDowell, sortie sur l'album "Sticky Fingers" des Rolling Stones.
Comme le blues et les instruments celtiques se combinent très bien, j'ai adapté et arrangé cette mélodie mystique en ajoutant une cornemuse, une bombarde et une flûte irlandaise.
Ce single est une deuxième version avec de nouveaux arrangements de la piste sortie sur l'album "Scots Wha Hae" (2022).
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Credits:
Traditional & Mississippi Fred McDowell & Reverend Gary Davis as “You Gotta Move”
Recording, arrangements, mix and mastering by Eric Maclewis

The Lord (You Gotta Move)

Royal Sloan

Pat Guiney - guitar, vocals
Jake Tamarkin - bass
Chris Weinland - drums

Cloudy and Cold

Ease Of Life

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/il-ny-a-rien-voir
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)

A love song featuring  close two part harmony #TheBeatles #Simon&Garfunkel
https://open.spotify.com/artist/1leJLqQI1cgW9Ff0jY9HZB
WATCH ON YOUTUBE - https://www.youtube.com/@bennybellamacina
Words and Music
Benny Bellamacina

Music production
Steve Fenton

Close To You

Thanks to my friend Charlie for rocking this collaboration 
more of his music @ https://soundcloud.com/charliewillz
photo by Ashley_Minkus

Supper - Charlie Williams

This song is part of the sailors EP: https://ffm.to/sailors-ep

This Baron is not the son of the devil, he is the devil himself

Reviewed piano and vocals, doubled the double bass, good to go!

Lyrics:
I was walking in the streets of this empty town
Staying in the shadows, my feet close  to the ground
I couldn’t hear any of the city’s usual sounds
Only a faint whispering carried by the winds

I followed the strange murmur through the city’s dark mazes
I didn’t cross any living soul in these dead empty spaces
I was drawn by a rotten stench coming from nearby
And then I saw him cross the street with his clutch and his glass eye

I tried to turn around, he was already there 
He stared into my eyes said « Mon nom est Cimetière »
Tu étais à la terre, et tu reviens à la terre
Tu appartiens à Samedi

Some have angels by their side, I have the devil in my back
A devil with a yellow grin; a devil dressed in rags
A man of thousand faces with the breath of thousand corpses
And this moment I knew he would never let me out

I gave my life to Cimetière
I gave my life to Cimetière
I gave my life to Cimetière
I gave my life to Cimetière

Sailors

Le Baron

MIX 14 Audio Track 3

Here's another song built around the opening riff.

there is a video demo of it on my greenfleamusic demo channel
here      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x3DlAXvUOsQ

I have scars all over my body.. and in places that you can't see with the naked eye. But I am still strong...although I may be becoming fragile like a singing wine glass.

It can't really always be said that I am a nice guy... but if i'm your friend.. I will be the one standing there when it's no longer convenient for anyone else to be lending you a hand.

lyrics

you licked to the hard candy middle
and the sweetness was just a memory
the sour you tasted was all the time you wasted 
it was only a matter of time

hit the road and keep on walking
aint no time left for talking
hit the road and don’t look back 
theres no time left for you
no time left for you

too late for haircut and shave
the old hat will just have to do
yesterdays news wont fill the holes in your shoes
it was only a matter of time


hit the road and keep on walking
aint no time left for talking
hit the road and don’t look back 
theres no time left for you
no time left for you

Cloudy and Cold

Little Fire Maker

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