yes ...the comment above still stands....superb ...sublime  music ....deep soul ..

love that expressive blues guitar and vocal! good job! 🔥

this is so touching...lovely guitar vibes ,and such a cool voice you have ....deep deep words man thankyou 🙏

you really know how to do this thing ....

Hymn Of The Guitar

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Aleh Adler - Lost In You (instrumental)

In the heart of a world where music genres blend and transform, I stand as an artist who treasures the essence of post-rock. My journey through the realms of electronic and rock music has been an initiation of the world of the music industry. This new track follow my deep to comeback to the profound and personal style of post-rock that truly defines me.

Draw In Breath

Alles so schön bunt hier drinnen...

Welcome to my mind

Feels Like Home

I Like That

Translation above

Les couleurs de l’amour

De quelle couleur est ton amour ?
Par quel détour est-il menteur ?
S’il est trop blanc
C’est un enfant
S’il est trop vert
C’est qu’il espère
S’il n’est que bleu
C’est pour les yeux
S’il est trop gris
Il n’est qu’esprit
S’il est trop noir
Y a plus d’espoir

Refrain :
Moi, je préfère le rouge
Parce que le rouge, ça tache
Tout comme mon cœur s’attache
Bien plus qu’un arbre à sa souche

De quelle couleur est ton amour ?
Par quel détour est-il menteur ?
Trop incolore
Il s’évapore
Trop éclatant
C’est aveuglant
Trop bigarré
Faut l’éviter
En demi-teinte
L’amour s’éreinte
Et trop brûlé
Faut l’enterrer
(refrain)

De quelle couleur est ton amour ?
Par quel secours est-il sauveur ?
Couleur câlin
J’aime ses mains
Couleur bougeoir
Dans ton regard
Couleur confiance
C’est l’évidence
Couvert d’honneurs
C’est le bonheur
S’il dure toujours
C’est bien trop court
(refrain)

Myckaël Marcovic, 25 mai 2021

The colors of love

What color is your love?
How is it deceitful?
If it's too white
It's a child
If it's too green
It means he hopes
If it's only blue
It's for the eyes
If it's too gray
It's only spirit
If it's too black
Y a plus d'espoir

Chorus :
Me, I prefer red
Because red stains
Just like my heart
Much more than a tree to its stump

What color is your love?
How is it deceitful?
Too colorless
It evaporates
Too bright
It's blinding
Too variegated
Avoid it
In half-tone
Love burns out
And too burnt
You have to bury it
(chorus)

What color is your love?
By what help is it saviour?
Cuddly color
I love his hands
Candlestick color
In your eyes
The color of trust
It's obvious
Covered in honors
It's happiness
If it lasts forever
It's far too short
(chorus)

Myckaël Marcovic, May 25, 2021

Les couleurs de l'amour

Translation above
sur un texte d'Isabelle Le Gouic, du groupe Fip Ta Zik https://soundcloud.com/user-524852847

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)

Dix huit cent et plus, en Irlande du nord, une dynastie aux gants de fer, et Emmie amoureuse d'un garçon issu d'un milieu modeste...
Les différences déjà menacées à cette époque, mais que dire d'aujourd'hui?
Paroles:
Août 1814 dans une contrée du nord.
Au coeur des landes immenses qui étirent le décor,
On donnait au manoir une fête somptueuse,
Pour les vingt ans d'Emmie, belle et amoureuse.
Emmie, le vent soufflera toujours.
Sur les voiles fragiles de tes amours.
Emmie le vent souffle fort ce soir,
Sur les ailes sombres du manoir.
Des nuits d'errance et de spleen
Des nuits d'avance et de green,
Des nuits, Emmie.
Août 1814 dans les journaux du soir.
Quatre lignes discrètes ont relaté l'histoire.
Car le manoir respire des dynasties de cire.
Emmie, le vent soufflera toujours.
Sur les voiles fragiles de tes amours.
Emmie le vent souffle fort ce soir,
Sur les ailes sombres du manoir.
Des nuits d'errance et de spleen
Des nuits d'avance et de green,
Des nuits, Emmie.
choeurs:
Loin des rires du manoir,
Soufflent les vents de ton histoire.
Loin des ombres du manoir,
Court un nom dans ta mémoire.
Le souvenir d'Emmie dans la lande s'étire...

Eighteen hundred and counting, in Northern Ireland, a dynasty with iron gloves, and Emmie in love with a boy from a modest background....
Differences already threatened at that time, but what about today?
Words:
August 1814 in a northern country.
In the heart of the immense moors which stretch out the scenery,
A sumptuous party was given at the manor,
For Emmie's twenty years, beautiful and in love.
Emmie, the wind will always blow.
On the fragile sails of your loves.
Emmie the wind is blowing hard this evening,
On the dark wings of the mansion.
Nights of wandering and spleen
Nights ahead and green,
Nights, Emmie.
August 1814 in the evening newspapers.
Four discreet lines told the story.
Because the manor breathes wax dynasties.
Emmie, the wind will always blow.
On the fragile sails of your loves.
Emmie the wind is blowing hard this evening,
On the dark wings of the mansion.
Nights of wandering and spleen
Nights ahead and green,
Nights, Emmie.
backing vocals:
Far from the laughter of the mansion,
The winds of your story blow.
Patches of shadows of the mansion,
Run a name into your memory.
The memory of Emmie on the moor stretches...

Emmie

Title: Romantic Evening for Two
Music by Michael Herter
Genre: Jazz, Jazz Big Band, Instrumental
Video: https://youtu.be/Vy6lHCB7jFE

A musical track from the album "Velvet Jazz Nights", consisting of 15 masterfully created tracks that take the listener to the very heart of velvety jazz. Each piece showcases the rich expressive potential of the saxophone or piano, creating a tapestry of sound that is both timeless and contemporary.

A musical track "Romantic Evening for Two" is a tender and intimate composition perfect for a romantic night, featuring smooth and sultry saxophone melodies.

You can also find the rest of the tracks from the album "Velvet Jazz Nights" in my portfolio.

C-Dur; 4/4; 140 bpm

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Velvet Jazz Nights

Romantic Evening for Two

Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me.
Down, down, down.

The value of your virtue.
Is decided by someone.
Whom on a glancing glance at you.
Decided you were wrong.
"You'll never be a prince or king.
You can not wish for everything.
You'll not amount to anything.
There's nothing in this life."

Now, there's a lesson somewhere. 
But, I don't think it's begun.
And I can't help from smiling.
As I'm sitting 'neath the sun
"I won't worship commodities.
I feel like doing as I please.
Don't fancy falling, sprawling.
Pleasing every single one."

I declare that there is nothing I can do to win.
Put out there, that I won't try.
Don't know where to begin.
I declare that I will make the best of what I have.
I declare I don't agree that everything is bad.
I declare that I will take what I can get for free.
I declare that looking down is not the remedy.
I agree that any pen can conquer any knife.
I will not take your holiday.
I'd rather live a life.

Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me.
Down, down, down. 

Oh, mother won't you give me.
Some of your advice for free.
Because, when I tried to join them all.
They up and raised the fee.
"I'll never find the golden key,
Upon the ledge of destiny.
Some people are just born lucky.
And I'm not one of them."

I'll never be a player.
Who sits playing his french horn.
I'd never be a doctor.
In the caste where I was born.
"Seems while we choose our destiny.
We only choose periphery.
There's many things you could not be.
Whatever choice you took."

I declare in spite of this, I'm aiming for the win.
I believe that at the starts, the right place to begin.
I declare that I might fly before I learn to run.
I believe that everything is okay in the sun.
I declare that I won't work, to work another another day.
I believe there's gotta be some other better way.
I declare that any pen can conquer any knife.
I declare through everything. 
I'm gonna live a life.

Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me.
Down, down, down.

I Declare

For You

From the live houses of the Jing to busking in tunnels (Granted, the 33.3% donation rate was based on the fact that he had removed his stifling white collar shirt and was dancing bare chested) in Singapore, Psychedelic Revolution (aka Psyche Rev) is a one man project that likes most things such as alt r&b and alt rock. Made it as a semi finalist in the 'Song of the Year' competition in 2022 with his song 'Cassius' and a finalist in 2023 with his song 'We'll Go Down'. Tastes like Kung Pao Chicken. Looks like a cross between Brag Pitt and Heath Leather. Smells like team spirit. Feels like baby powder. Oh the music. Yeah, it sounds good. 


Don't respond to DM's on here so if you would like to get touched pls contact  via some other avenue. He does have a sun fetish though.

Daily Musing:
Well, as it turns out, I spent about 4 months on a minor trip.  But, I am back now and in healthy form. We're going to do a synth pop song in the vein of 'Nightcall' next followed by a hip hop song where I will do it melodically and maybe actually rap a few bars. It's a good challenge. A song a month. Then, we'll probably go back to doing soul/rock in that order. Soul. Rock. Soul. Rock. Always wanted to write a song like 'Colors' by Black Pumas or 'Better Than' by Lake Street Dive or 'So Caught Up' by Teskey Brothers. As always, thank you for tuning in.

So I was really thrilled that one of the Chinese girls that was recommended to me really liked 'Southern Catharsis.' She really likes 许巍 so I said, the next song I'm working on is a folk song. One day after I'm done completing my main mission of making more money from music maybe I could do a side mission of helping Jay Chou on his second conquest of the western market. I think he is far more creative than Blackpink/Psy and really, it's just that the Korean music industry piles far more money into their marketing. Unfortunately, I respect his songs too much to write a song for him and the last great album from him was Capricorn. Therefore, I propose we get his wife to lie to him and say she cheated on him with Edison Chen. Get some good photoshop going. That should do the trick of inspiring him to write an epic piano ballad about heartbreak. Unfortunately, it doesn't work all the time like when Kanye lost his mother. And then, he lost his sense of humour. But, he wrote 'Hey Mama' and moved me so we'll always have the first 3 albums and 'Bound 2'. It's the chipmunk soul sample stuff I love. 
Joking aside, I'm just happy/grateful we have 5 great albums from Jay and I wish him happiness. 
Yes, I am also really glad that Guns N' Roses are together again but I already went to see Slash solo. I think Axl has matured a lot more and his voice sounded really good when doing the AC/DC material. Unfortunately, with the GNR stuff it's not there. I remember doing 10 takes of 'air raid siren' Axl vocals and then coughing out blood. My first and only time. So...for him to do it for 3 hours at a time is...somewhat miraculous. I grew up like all kids my age as a teen listening to Jay Chou/Eminem and GNR were my gateway band into rock n' roll so they will always have a special place in my heart.

Hymn Of The Guitar

Psychedelic Revolution

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